I don’t think that particular spot on the wall has seen light in 50 years.
(I’m sure it has, but it’s been so long that I can’t remember it.)
I come from a long line of Newfies. If you don’t like it you can bite me.

The Big Dipper masterpiece, “Ron Klaus Wrecked His House” includes the line:
“Brought the outside to the inside.”
Pardon me for paraphrasing, but my cover version that describes the events of today would be:
Brought the upstairs to the downstairs.

I got three hours and 20 minutes of sleep last night. More like this morning. I was sleeping deeply enough that I didn’t wake up when my father kicked over his walker in his sleep, but outside of that….
It’s gonna be a tough day.
It is pouring rain like the end of the world out there. The remnants of Ida have arrived.
I really want to go to sleep. I’m completely out of gas. My “bed” is made and I’m ready, but the laundry isn’t done and my mother is awake and walking around. It’s not a pain thing tonight, she just won’t sleep.

I’m assuming the pillow case belongs to my nephew, but who knows. It could be dad’s. His pillow case has trucks on it.


She’s just pissed off that she can’t sleep in my spot tonight.

I ordered this for Harry’s move last week. Really could have used it, but it wasn’t delivered on time.

I’m home at last and Patches couldn’t give a shit.

I wrote a short novel last night where I listed my happiest moments and one of them was Harry coming around after the diabetic ketoacidosis nightmare.
This is what I was talking about.
November 16, 2015.
