9th Inning

Today is my 9th day in a row working. I enjoyed the long week but I was exhausted on Sunday, not physically but mentally. I did not have enough energy to see Dan Dan Preach. I regret not going but I could only envision my snoring loudly in the pews, being hear over the Amens. Brownie came to collect me and I am thankful that this is the last taxi fare. I believe he's still coockoo for cocoa puffs, I also love him. This is my dilema. I love him but I know he's no good to himself or to me as a person. He's not abusive just neglectful of himself, thus others.

Go west young man was once told to Josiah Grinnell... Maybe I should...