Monday April 17th
It’s a nice and cool morning on the front porch. The temperature is 51°. The winds are calm. The birds are singing loudly. And Monday morning traffic is heavy.
Old age is an insidious thing. You sit around, contemplating your life, thinking about what was and what could have been. Wondering if everything you thought you knew was false.
And then, I think about the past 25 years of political history, the direction our country seems to be headed in, and I really get depressed.
Maybe I can get out of my own head today. But then again.. maybe not.
The bus is coming gone, the grandkids are headed to school. And I feel the need for another cup… I’ll catch y’all on the other side
