Studies in Idleness
Last night's visit to the Shimmering Park: met another neighborhood guy. He told me all about his heart attack and how bad he's been feeling since. I diagnosed depression, and he'd heard it was a common after-effect, and somehow, he said, the news cheered him. Relieved him of some responsibility. But after my aneurysms and his MIs, we got round to fun and games, maybe organizing poker parties for the winter. Playing with matchsticks, as we're all on disability; I have wooden matches!
Determined, anyways, to have some fun. Because why not. Because we've had those moments, all of us by now, how this could be it. It changes you.
Or just brings stuff into deep relief.
Today: tried to Twoot, tried this and that. Joints disagree, headed to palliation, maybe Vicodin haze.
Determined, anyways, to have some fun. Because why not. Because we've had those moments, all of us by now, how this could be it. It changes you.
Or just brings stuff into deep relief.
Today: tried to Twoot, tried this and that. Joints disagree, headed to palliation, maybe Vicodin haze.