December 4

Not a whole lot of shaking on around here despite the breeze trying to turn itself into a full fledged wind. I do think it may have already succeeded. It's darn cold and with that wind it isn't good at all outside. It's one of those 'freeze the mucus in your nostrils' kind of day.

Glenda is going to brave it to the old folks bridge game while I plan to brave it to the dock for one fish. I try to keep a fresh fish cut up in small pieces fish for Tomi of which I give him two a day.

Glenda has told me before that I never seem to be at a loss for words but it does seem like when I sit down here...............swish.......they're not there. Could it be most of my words are like blowing it out the rear? If I could type standing would that let the words flow freely. I wonder if that wouldn't only result in another crappy message from yours truly? I'm not going to do it. What few words I've been able to eek out so far are crappy enough.

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When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. ~John Muir