I'm very used to diving for cover when periodic life bombs pelt from all sides. In fact one of my best attributes is an ability to grab the shit boots in record time. Having learned early on that survival meant having an ability to endure the unendurable, I also became proficient at out lasting particularly long drawn out sieges. Unfortunately, alongside this magnificent fortitude, is a coping skill that isn't one I'd care to teach anyone.
It is RAGE.
It looks like a volcano dancing in and out of eruptions, with words added to the intense explosions. Throw in fists raised at the Universe and an occasional foot stomping parade. Recently the lava spewed helter skelter uncontrolled.
After a long delicious vacation in France, the pendulum had swung swiftly from nirvana to the other side.
And it didn't stop at one or two stink bombs, the bombardment went on for weeks.