I’m in black today, but I can’t sing “I walk the line”.

I’m pretty much over being sad. It’s hard to be sad when your kitten is so cute and wants to play fetch and pounce.

Today, I’ve got a lunch date with one of my favorite punsters.

It’s Friday, Thank God, and the sun is shining.

The response to my blogs the past couple of days has been amazing.

When you have so many friends who are so loving and caring and sympathetic and … I’m a rich man, even if I didn’t have a dime.

Late in the afternoon, as evening fell and I started a small fire in the living room fireplace, I started a new book by William Gibson, the guy who wrote “Neuromancer”. This book is named “Pattern Recognition” and it’s pretty darn good so far.

After 10 p.m., I ventured out and ran into Sonic Sharon and her friend Nancy at Flip’s and had a chat with them that was pretty fun.

Slept like a rock until 8:30 this morning and I feel again like getting out, doing work, enjoying life again.

I’m very grateful for the many things in my life that are wonderful and that my problems are small enough for me to handle them.

This stuff about growing up and being an adult isn’t all that great, but it’s not all that bad, either.

Post Script: I cut myself on the chin this morning and it’s growing into a pimple the size of Bricktown Ballpark. I’m shy and embarrassed about it, so don’t mention it or I may burst into tears and cut you down with my 9mm, albeit with regret at your passing.