Nose, throat, ear, blah. Jackson is sick too, just up the road, so far away. I got some sleep and woke and watched more TV and wrote, writing for the words of it. Feels good, even when I feel bad. Took my vitamins. Hungry. Nothing open Thanksgiving evening except CVS and Walgreens so mediocre junk food. The bowels are giving me some hope for the moment. Morning comes, babble continues, good sign.
Narf :)
Friday, November 25, 2016
Mold, Cold, or Getting Old
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