I’ve now taken a full three days without posting, or even thinking about it. I note the traffic at my blog has, well, disappeared, which is, I suppose, a direct result of not showing up every day. Ah, well, so be it; I just don’t have it in me right now to worry over it, but, I do miss the dialogue that goes with having an actual readership. To pave the way for tomorrow, when I DO plan to post, here is a fine old Pearl from my time spent in senior poverty, before the advent of SS. I was still an inadvertent opioid addict at the time, but, that didn’t seem to keep me from blathering in the slightest. I hope you enjoy it, and will be back en la mañana. Be well, and happy as you may. It’s my plan, and a good one. See ya soon, ffolkes….
gigoid, the dubious
In the normal course of events, I don’t spend a lot of time with dead bodies; it has never been, to me, an attractive way to pass the time, nor has it ever tempted me to stop doing even the most onerous chore in order to pursue such mundane activities. However, due to the circumstances I am about to relate, I’ve recently been compelled to spend far too many of my precious minutes in the company of more than just one or two of the poor devils, and I must confess to a certain degree of discomfort in that regard. I mean, it’s not as if they will bore me to death with unwarranted chatter. But, good gracious, my good fellow, must they smell that way?….
Okay, mildly amusing, and just the right touch of macabre I was shooting for. There are times when stopping is hard; this was…
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