There was a scene in 1984 where Winston (Edmond O'Brien) gets apoplectic when they let rats go to him knowing he is beyond scared about them. It's like now, here, when the situation says death is imminent if you LET IT IN. Thankfully, we're headed for somewhere and it ain't the grave - - aren't you proud of me ? We started the every-other-day thing with poo-poo and chewies so let your freak-flag fly. Can you tell this is 2AM thinking and we're goin' with it.
It's January, weather's cold, pool's OK, peter's dead and I still feel like the luckiest dude in Dreamland. Maybe it's the AFib med but it feels good to feel this good. Some kick-ass feetsball this weekend with IPA and her gourmet bills-o'-fare providing the boost so move-on to the next candidate while I reposition the old jewel so as to get maximum enjoyment from all of this. Not every posting has to be brilliant but we want to be up-to-date on the story line to avoid boo-hooing about life as it exists. Question is"does a 3 legged dog know he's been gyped?" or watching him frolic does he represent truth as the answer that says we all lead lives of worth even castraldos. I know I somehow slipped into the good line because the verdict is still waiting for me to prove it was right. Go ducks !