Wow. One month until I'm fifty. I feel old. Half a century. I'm so old, about all I exercise is running my mouth and jumping to conclusions.
I didn't write here yesterday. Busier than a blind dog in a meat house. Then went church & home really late. Got home late from work tonite. Had football game & a game tomorrow too. Have a bunch of ideas to add to my story. Just never have time to write. If I didn't have to sleep at nite, I'd get a lot more done. Life is so short - why do we have to spend 1/3 of it asleep?
Well, I gotta get ready to hit the sack, so I can work all day & late into the night and be tired and not able to write AGAIN!
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