Goo

I have made a career of being an optimist.  Under the thin cover of optimism I've always suspected there's a thick layer of pessimism trying to break through. And, it seems that like the earth's crust (Am I calling myself crusty?) it has once again tried to bubble through.  At 66 almost 67 years old, one thing I've learned is to quickly fill up those crust breaks with whatever goo I have handy. That's a good thing, because once those breaks have an opportunity to grow larger, it's more difficult to get everything back into it's proper place. 
I'm thinking I'll take a short bike ride to create goo this morning.

This is my first post on Umagal, a name created by my husband, and I sincerely hope it won't be my last!