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9/5/08(THU:65º:Clear)Stayed in bed all day and night running fever.
I never dreamed I'd live this long.
Never thought I had much of a song,
Maybe the old man got it wrong
And took someone else instead.
It's not that I've had a lot to give,
He took better men, and let me live.
Makes little sense to me.
Maybe I should be grateful.
But who said that I wanted to stay,
Maybe I'm tired of the games the Gods play.
Stumbling along day by day
Just another chess piece on the board.
It's all very strange this game of life,
With all it's pleasure, pain and strife.
It beats the hell out of me.
Will someone explain me the rules.
Is it ordained or is it chance
That takes us on our merry dance?
Mostly headlong with no backward glance
As we dance to our separate tunes.
Then comes the day we dance no more.
Do we really stand knocking on heavens door
Hearing the angels sing, and hoping to be welcomed in.
I wonder.
9/4/08(WED:68º:Mostly Clear)Up @0300: Signed on FLMB & created online access(got timeout-error,but sub.sign-on required chg-of-password w/resolved issue): Back to Casita17 by 0600: Napped till 0900: Coffee: RDW said Patricia w/served w/papers yesterday after I went Humble: Fed fish: Synchronized to iBook & ck'd.e-mail & weather: Ck'd.FLNB site(everything worked,incl.graphics in both browsers[answered brenda cone's e-mail]): Posted LJ: Ate in Casita17: Rested & listened am: Synchronized to Mac-mini & tried FLNB site: Read financial news: Fed cats: Running allergy related fever by late afternoon: Went Casita17 to rest.
Caught between a rock and a hard spot. Can't take any antihistamines or decongestants because they play with my blood pressure. So, I must lay with my head in a certain angle to will allow my sinuses to drain. I have a rather large calsus on my left zygomatic-temoral-arch from an old injury that prohibits proper drainage, so it can get acute enough to strangle in my own juices if not careful. Needles to say, this, along with having to get up every hour to go to the bathroom doesn't spell for a good nights rest.
I never dreamed I'd live this long.
Never thought I had much of a song,
Maybe the old man got it wrong
And took someone else instead.
It's not that I've had a lot to give,
He took better men, and let me live.
Makes little sense to me.
Maybe I should be grateful.
But who said that I wanted to stay,
Maybe I'm tired of the games the Gods play.
Stumbling along day by day
Just another chess piece on the board.
It's all very strange this game of life,
With all it's pleasure, pain and strife.
It beats the hell out of me.
Will someone explain me the rules.
Is it ordained or is it chance
That takes us on our merry dance?
Mostly headlong with no backward glance
As we dance to our separate tunes.
Then comes the day we dance no more.
Do we really stand knocking on heavens door
Hearing the angels sing, and hoping to be welcomed in.
I wonder.
9/4/08(WED:68º:Mostly Clear)Up @0300: Signed on FLMB & created online access(got timeout-error,but sub.sign-on required chg-of-password w/resolved issue): Back to Casita17 by 0600: Napped till 0900: Coffee: RDW said Patricia w/served w/papers yesterday after I went Humble: Fed fish: Synchronized to iBook & ck'd.e-mail & weather: Ck'd.FLNB site(everything worked,incl.graphics in both browsers[answered brenda cone's e-mail]): Posted LJ: Ate in Casita17: Rested & listened am: Synchronized to Mac-mini & tried FLNB site: Read financial news: Fed cats: Running allergy related fever by late afternoon: Went Casita17 to rest.
Caught between a rock and a hard spot. Can't take any antihistamines or decongestants because they play with my blood pressure. So, I must lay with my head in a certain angle to will allow my sinuses to drain. I have a rather large calsus on my left zygomatic-temoral-arch from an old injury that prohibits proper drainage, so it can get acute enough to strangle in my own juices if not careful. Needles to say, this, along with having to get up every hour to go to the bathroom doesn't spell for a good nights rest.