Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today is supposed to be warmer than usual.  I'm a nervous wreck because I'm taking a letter to my bank protesting it's support of private facilities that keep families apart, a la the recent separation of migrant families.  I'm most worried about taking a photo of myself in front of the bank.  I'm not so good with the selfies, in fact, I never take them because the result is so hideous.  I can barely stand to see myself when I do Facetime with the grandkids.  I look so, how shall I say it?  Elderly.  Oh, dear.  Vanity never quits.  So I'm off to be a baby protester in my own way, part of a group of women doing what they can to change and make these enormous entities accountable.  Give them some moral backbone!