Habit

I wasn't going to write today, but habit is habit and I found a trove of photos some of which you have never seen on a portable hard drive I brought to my mother's house.  Some I can never show, of course.  They are too much for the internet.  Isn't that something?  Hell, though. . . they are too much for some of my friends.  But Jesus Marimba, I like them.  

I once led a fairly exciting life.  Now. . . not so much.  

But the old photos may keep the blog going.  

I don't tell you everything, of course, just like I don't show you everything.  I'll just hint today that my own health has not been so good.  I don't know how my mother does it.  What is it about her existence that makes her want to go on?  Me?  I won't.  I've worried about it considerably.  But yea. . . I don't want to live a life of physical misery.  When the time comes, I hope I can say sayonara.  

I'm like a girl.  I just wanna have fun.  

The battery is low.  It's time to go.  Saturday.  Get out.  Do something you don't often do.  See something you don't often see.  Go where you hardly ever go.  

You'll feel better when you get home.