If I could design a flag...

 

I threw this together quite carefully after Quro mentioned that perhaps I might include graphics on this journal. It is an amalgamation of the past week, synthesized into a pathetic display of appropriate items on the backdrop of my bedspread and blanket. I did it fast. If I had my druthers, I’d shift it 90 degrees, but I don’t fear that the opportunity won’t arise again. My reasoning behind it is that there is always shame and injury (crutches) not far beyond the heroics of the brave (bodyboard). And the background is unbalanced because the summer day is longer than the summer night. I threw the flippers in there for flipper fans to fixate upon. BTW, my weak metaphor is not to be considered without topical, political connotations.