There is a terrific thunderstorm over my suburban paradise this morning. It commenced during my morning meditation. I am currently drying out from checking on the chicks. At present, the couch-to-coop conversion is not friendly to big, cumbersome humans, but the chicks and hens look comfy enough to ride out the rain. It is cold and hard enough that even I cannot be enticed to go play in the rain. Hence the internet babble. . .

I like to think Nature gave me sound judgment to help me through the challenges of Life. I.F. so, my sound judgment keeps coming up dirty every time it gets dragged through cesspools and mud puddles, but, even when my theoretically sound judgment is in need of a shower, it is still a gift, not a curse. Sometimes I use what I am calling, "Sound Judgement" well. Sometimes I use it badly. Using it badly does not make it any less of a gift. I take it to mean I just need more practice.

"There is nothing common about sense." ~Mark Twain

Thoughts? Opines?