Twenty two days.
Finally over.
Until next time.
Interesting?
Went to Urgent Care.
What do I have?
Doesn’t matter, no need to test for Covid.
It’s all the same.
I am old and at risk.
Surviving just fine, thank you.
It’s cold and wintry.
Duh.
Got dressed after a pj weekend, with a hankering for Italian food.
Ms. Rabbit stopped by for a few cherries in her J. Beam, with a splash of vermouth, while I shmoozed with the poor SOBs who happened to stop by for lunch or drinks.
Feeling like I might live to see another day or two, and if I do, I plan to enjoy every crazy minute.
Life is terminal.
If you don’t believe it, look back on the past10/20/30 years.
Where the hell did they go?
Am I still 25?
Why do my knees hurt?
Please don’t ask me to do steps.
I have too much stuff.
Does anyone want it?
Where will I be in 10 years?
Wait… what about next week?
N Hampshire voting tonight.
Aren’t there any young people who want to be dictator, aka president?
My brother has been missing for the past 15 years.
He says our family is dysfunctional.
Really?
I miss Minnesota.
I lie.
I miss my sister, my nieces and nephews and the 40 below temps
I want to live, I want to give, I’ve been a miner for a hear of gold.
Did you know Neil Young never liked that song?
Jan 23, 2024.
Ain’t life grand?
Xoxooxoxox
Wolf
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