Factually, I should be dead and I'm grateful that I'm not.
I've heard that you should be careful about what ya say or post on the interweb.
I guess I won't share anything more personal than that.
I want to tell the truth. But Not yet.
For now, April gives us damp and gloomy mornings, beautiful sunny afternoons, brisk evenings, and pitch black nights.
They do very noisy construction on the freeway in the wee hours of the morning.
People die in Lybia and Iraq.
I drink reheated coffee at 12:43.
Instincts ignored. Partly.
Fed the beast, but only a bit.
Goodnight Hunter, Mike, and Annabelle.