Too much death. Too much government fuckery. It has over whelmed me. I am now a basket case of tears. Regulars may have noted a gap in postings… even my mindless picture postings. (The pic posts quite often exist for that reason, blankness, but sometimes are for fun.)
Indeed, it is not good, mentally, here at the hauptquartier. Physically either, really. All as a result of the above. And 62 years of failure. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking… “It is what you make it”… I just don’t have the energy anymore. Maybe I can convince myself to endeavor to persevere. Which is what the government told the Native Americans to do. And we know how that turned out.
I have wanted to write. Desperately so! First it was a tribute to a man I’d not yet met, but longed to at least talk to, Jc Johnson. Then just days later my old friend and occasional mentor, John Anthony West passed. I haven’t been able to write. Not one word.
And now… the State. F the God damned effing State. Connecticut specializes in effing it’s residents. And for the icing on this cake… my doctor, who has helped so much, refuses to listen to reality (reason?) and stressed me out so much on the phone while I was upstairs visiting that I snapped and yelled and scared the little baby. I love that little baby. Consequently, I don’t think the doc realizes it yet, but that was singularly NOT good for the doctor’s practice. No, not good at all.
For the Love of God,