Some recent blog posts of mine have been hovering around neurotic lately, had to trash them.

I guess that's what happens when you're seventy six, with no life to speak of, and some old addictions are still hanging around.

Apologies, my few friends.

So what's next? No fucking clue. Most folks have a plan, I absolutely have none at the moment, taking each day, one at a time.

I am currently sitting here with my teddy bear in my lap, talking to him, and texting with Farmer Katy about her honey.