when it happens

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what’d you say?

middish may

Let’s kick this off by saying “I’m fine” I guess my musings on old age and death gave some people the impression that I’m “down” or *gasp* “depressed”.
Understandable, I suppose…you don’t usually find happy-go-lucky people wondering about such topics, but haven’t all of us done so, pressed tightly by some 2:00 a.m. restlessness of . . . → Read More: middish may

the pen moveth…and leaveth in its wake little of note.

long hath been the sleep of mine hand, cold hath been the nib of mine pen, crappy doth sound mine attempt at that which, verily, might hearken to an english of old.

We are, all of us, dying.

What a great way to start a post. But it’s true.

We run. We dither. . . . → Read More: the pen moveth…and leaveth in its wake little of note.