If You Have A Hankering For Ice Cream In The Mid-South, This Is Where I’d Go. I Have A Craving For

This is my backyard shortly after Hurricane Michael. (This is after we’d cleaned it up a bit.) I won’t miss the hurricane, but I will miss the sunsets here. God bless, Florida.

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At least one person will find this funny: Peter called this morning and demanded to know why I changed my relationship status on Facebook to engaged. Oh, and I already received a message from my father warning me not to be scammed by a kindergartener.

Sometimes I wish I worked in an office where everyone spoke a foreign language so I could just absorb it like osmosis. But then I’d feel stupid when people asked me a question and just stared at them blankly. 

Amen!

I appreciate pink a hell of a lot more on this side of cancer.

Some weekend juice -- 5 minutes early!

Getting back into the old grind is a grind itself -- especially when your job is jack of all trades. Here’s hoping that I finally can bring my life full circle (and meet the other half I seem to know so well). ;)

Opinion | The Religious Roots of a New Progressive Era

Welcome to the post-Protestant Reformation.

Food for thought.

Cancer is exhausting. I refuse to quit trying to improve, but I often feel like I’m trying to defy everything. My life has become such a blur, and now (one good thing) is that I’m hungry until I can eat no more and then get nauseous and it becomes one evil loop. 

I’m one of those stubborn people who at least like to fool myself into thinking I can do everything by myself, but I know that’s not true. There is no game when you’re alone. It’s just you (me) and my lonely thoughts. I often keep the TV on for background noise (and then I find myself passionately agreeing or disagreeing about whatever they’re saying).  And for the record, I refuse to watch Fox News because they’re usually so out there, but I do find myself watching Fox Business at night. How I digressed from cancer to loud TV only the good Lord knows. (There are some things I just don’t want to know!)

I’m reminded that an old chum and I bought a piece of sidewalk way back in the day in Atlanta. Life is strange, isn’t it?!