In the latest of a long line of the world's injustices, I feel the need to report the following:
Even though I actually DID swim laps for 30 minutes last night, including SPRINTS for crap's sake . . .
And even though I CLEANED THE BATHROOM . . .
I woke up this morning with a cold. Life is so not fair.
I learned yesterday that The Center for Women and Families here in Louisville is focusing all their fundraising and expenditures on the prevention of domestic violence, which includes job counseling and economic education, rather than actual shelter for victims of domestic violence who may currently be in danger.
Interesting, huh? Even more so was the comment I heard first-hand from the Center's President, when asked why there were not more beds being added to the shelter: "If we keep building them, they will keep coming. I see it like ghettos, they just keep filling up."
Just thought I'd pass that along. Consider it a public service announcement. Like the Milk ads, only without Mariska Hargitay and a milk mustache.
Sheesh, it's been somber around here lately. I'll try to make it lighter tomorrow.