I’m doing just fine except for this to do list

785 words today, 864 words yesterday, 2.0 hours on CPAP.

Spoke to Chipper.  We commiserated on how strange men our age are.

I am super fond of this song.  The lyrics.

Now for sure I have to work on church stuff.  But maybe first I shall eat some noms, as I feel peckish.



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Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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