YAWNNNNN! It’s raining.....not storming, but a steady dripping rain, falling straight down rain that you c’n barely see or feel but everything is drooping....all the leaves, the trees, the grasses & flowers.....bedraggled, disheartened chickens huddle forlornly, only crowing now if they feel threatened.....the dogs don’t want to get off the porch ‘n I can’t really blame them. I don’t want to go outside either. Feel kind’a droopy myownself.....
I’ve cut the Prednisone short so I don’t have the artificial high going for me....the upside is my BS is closer to normal & I c’n sleep.....the downside is...loss of taste, lack of energy, general dullness.....
But, it’s over...the Chemo, I mean. A couple weeks of self-pitying inertia ain’t that high of a price, I guess.....
Besides, January is coming to a close & mid-February is often Spring-like round about here.....& Spring, of course, signals a re-birth......& at 70 years old, I ain’t sure how many re-births I got left so I don’t wanna waste any..........
The powers that be are talking about a 2 month ban on fishing the lower American......”Joy to the fishes....”
Justin Other Smith
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