Monday

Whipped Cream Clouds float by my window.
The Twilight Zone

OK. Somebody, explain. How the hell did I get to be 80 years old? It surely wasn’t in my game plan. And you know what’s scary? There are people around here who are 20 years older than I am. The idea of eating asylum food for another 20 years is terrifying. I doubt that extreme nonagenarian is in my future. That’s a good thing.


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