Ad astra per aspera

Ad astra per aspera

“How are you doing these days?” “Oh, I’m fine.” Liar. What was today like? Three hundred insults and injuries. The circuit breaker blew when you turned on the toaster. A twinge from your back. Looks like mice in the pantry again. The kid’s tantrum. Ugh, what a traffic jam. What’s that smell — is something…