I think I’ve done about all the damage I can do for one day, so in the interest of those who have real lives, I’m going to go get parallel to the deck to save them from my weird posts. ;o]
The day wasn’t too unproductive, as I managed to get about five more pages done in my personal history. I’ve discovered that, in view of recent events and revelations, I need to pray before I start to write. It’s the only way I’m going to make any progress.
Otherwise, it will be too devastating for me to sit here and examine the last 50 years. Today was a good day for writing, but my fatigue is now catching up with me, so I’m going to take some Ibuprofen and head for the Blanket Show.
See you all in the morning.
Hope you have a good night! A boy from Frank’s Cub Scouts den came over this afternoon and met the reptiles, and then we went to the park. DP, Pat, James, and Vlad have just left for a campout - Vlad’s first trip with the Boy Scouts. I’m taking Elen, Sally, and Frank uptown to a musical performance, “Moses” by Father Ho Lung and a group of Jamaican musicians.
Father Ho Lung, who looks like a very tall Dalai Lama, always makes a cameo appearance in a dance number.