I read three papers on-line and once in a while I read a couple more. After that daily bout I'm usually confused with all the crap I've read and pretty sick of the computer. Laid back in the recliner with the computer on my lap does not remedy the sick situation. I'm telling you this so you might better understand why these notes tend to be a little on the sick side and not very informative or interesting. My heart, not being in it, creates an extra hardship for my mind to overcome and as you know it almost always fails.
I hope you can contain your glee knowing that this once near daily note isn't anymore. Seems I can't completely overcome the sadistic pleasure that sending these notes provide but I've been doing pretty good stalling the desire for a day or two or five in between.
Killing time sitting here staring out at the lake just doesn't get it when I could be reading a book or fighting with Glenda.
I'm told we have a trip to Jeff City on the today's to do list. Ha, no step for a stepper.
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Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.~ Dion Boucicault a
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