Angst supression
How about that? An afternoon of music from the Alan Parsons Project. Brings back a flood of memories; this was popular music in my circle of friends, in large part because we shared the “common wealth” of our LP purchases. One liked, we all listened. Similar tastes foster trust.
The dog, politely, said nothing, but he did request to go outside, frequently.
Some angst, last evening. I don’t want to go from one good eye, to no good eye. Mistakes happen. Sure, I’ll be fine. Wish I had the assurance expressed by others. Meanwhile, I muddle along. Only a couple more weeks until I enter the outpatient area. Still time to run, even if I have no clear destination.
I watched a little curling, last evening, using the app. MY team got swept away, but this is still round robin play. Time to turn things around. A chance to garner a berth in the playoffs. I should go and see when the next match begins.
Finally, some action in the courts over that mess(political) next door. One of the main players received his sentencing recommendation today; the court believes he needs to “go away” for a long time, and get used to wearing orange as a primary wardrobe hue. That same recommendation also mentions the “orange animal”. He’s also guilty, and we just have to remain patient. Some stories take a long time to play out. Use Game Of Thrones as a model.
My pile of “books I really should read” continues to grow. Where to begin? Fact or fiction?
