Been Awhile

Running out of things to do

Spent my Sunday watching church services after throwing up in the morning. It’s finally sunny today, but we might in our neighborhoods waiting for life to resume.

My crazy little brother looks exactly like this guy. I’m not able to say my brother’s real name without his permission, so I just call him Bob.

What do you do when your mother starts emailing you with acronyms you’ve never heard of? Thank God for the internet! (FTR [for the record], AAMOF means as of matter of fact.)

My mother still doesn’t believe you even exist. She says it’s impossible. … If I can get a stamp, I’ll mail another card today. If not, I’ll try and mail it tomorrow.

If anyone ever wonders why it takes dreamers so long to carry out their dreams, you need to look only at the lonely hearts who have to overcome the objections of their own mother. I thank God that my brother had enough faith to die for me.

If you are wondering what true love looks like, it is shaped like a cross. ❤️ (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8_4B8IHHRy/?igshid=xvid8r52284x

Psalm 90:12 (NKJV) - So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom.

I hear the time difference in Barcelona is a helluva great time! #travel #love #xmas

For the sinners (and maybe the saints)

That was so heavy.

Becoming Mr. Aces

Jan. 31, 2020

I awakened to a dreary, cold day in Florida. My phone was off (thank God!), although I didn’t realize that when I woke up from a fantasy and beat the passion out of myself. I took the flag outside since sunrise had passed and the country was in the middle of a crisis of conscience.

I pulled off my night clothes and stood stark naked staring at the phone, which, again, thank God it was off. The naughty side of me doesn’t ever see eye to eye with the “real” me, the one who won’t speak up until he’s suffocated.

I had been waiting for this day for a while. It was the day where the Senate would have to take a stand on a moral issue that had been plaguing America perhaps since its founding, when George Washington warned us about how political parties would be the end of us.

After fumbling through a few login screens, I settled into my blue chair with an Irish tea and Nestle creamer to watch a cute blonde woman pounding on her piano, some furry creatures watching her every move.

My furry creature was resting in the chair beside me.

It was now or never, I thought.

Now, the Spirit urged me. It’s time.

To Jam.

[FTR, this is my cat Libby. I sometimes like to put sunglasses on her to trick her out. Because that’s just what I do.]

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). ;)

Your dance music for the weekend (posting tonight or early tomorrow, depending on your time zone.) Have fun! -30-