For some strange reason every time I have a PET-CT scan (well okay, I’ve only had two in my life) but both times I had an out of body experience. Today was a doozie.
Is my glass half empty or half full? Sometimes the glass is just too blamed big…or like in my case it has a slow leak.
Thinking about that leak, I am organizing a protest for the flagrant insults I see spreading around the country with regard to senior citizen status. First of all, I don’t like being called a senior. I was a senior a half century ago at West Point High School and there’s no relationship whatsoever.
I have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name. Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.
My new, yet temporary job editing the local news rag, has been a huge distraction from keeping up tales of the deluded girl. But something bigger has been brewing and I hope it will motivate me to get back to communicating with the two or three of you who still tune in once in a while.
Not to beat a dead horse, but sometimes an evil horse needs it. I’ve whined before about my Netflix addiction and now I am in the midst of the worst break-up of my life. It’s demanded radical measures which may be just as scary.