Walk with me in Denver: Fuck Depression Edition
I was feeling really shitty, but not in a roll-over-and-die kinda way, but more of a FUCK THIS NOISE kinda way. So I loaded up a couple of books and a few National Geographics for a Little Free Library that I knew was kinda in the general direction but I didn't remember what cross streets...
...and some chalk in a little jar from my blackboard. Oh yes, 
I have no idea what this fuzzy plant is, but it's pretty
In a surprising turn of events, I came across some construction
Here is what I wrote. Lyndsay said she would write messages she would like to hear, so I did that, and I wrote it here:
...for my people to hear it. ;) Across the street were these signs in a yard (these signs have been cropping up all over town since Trump was elected):
Then I found the LFL I remembered:
...and a half a block away, another one! I LIVE IN THE LAND OF LITTLE FREE LIBRARIES. Most of them aren't even on the website (I tried looking the first one up so I didn't miss it).
You can tell you're in old Denver when there are actually trees of size
Survivor flowers! Just barely, but they count!
King Soopers instead of Queen Soopers this time. QS is in the opposite direction.
I have never actually seen a brambly thorn tree like this before that I can remember
Spontaneous neighbor doggo party when I was almost home!
So, I walked a 5k, chalked an #ophumanangels message, donated some books and magazines to a LFL (oh... when I passed it on the way back, the NGs were already gone. They must be popular! That's good. I have more. LOL), bought some groceries, and pet some puppers. I feel better. Thanks for walking with me in Denver!
