Ooooo la la.
Frigid temps.
Warm friends.
Smoked sausages with OJ and vodka.
I think the Chicken Butt is on the road to recovery.
Sometimes it takes an hour or so with Christine, to set my ass straight.
Hunker down.
It’s a 3 dog night.
Counting down…. as the days whiz by.
4 to go.
I wonder, sometimes, if we all wait too long to retire.
Like the Rolling Stones song: Am I rough enough? Am I tough enough? Am I rich enough?
Yes, yes, and no.
Life cannot be measured by material riches.
When it is your final hour, what is it that makes your life meaningful?
I don’t have all the answers, but I hope, when it is my time, I will be able to say:
“I came into this life with nothing. I worked hard for years, to take care of my loved ones. And now, as I move into another sphere, I have only my legacy left, to last for eternity.”
And that legacy?
To believe, to love, to give and to enjoy.
Happy New Year, kids.
xoxoxoxoxooxxoox
Wolf
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