I am doing reasonably well, but Fess Parker (Davy Crockett) died today which made me think of how comfortable a coon skin cap would be right now.
In my size, not the size of the one I had as a child.
Reminds me of all the summers our family spent at a small tar paper shack on a very back road in farming country seven miles from the nearest small town. Not a care in the world and healthy.
I will spare you a list of my discomforts, but suffice it to say that this time they are intestinal in nature.
There was a meal of some green chilies mixed in with some pasta Alfredo a day or so ago, and it will be going out the other end soon.
I do not have happy thoughts about that.
My walk was not that long today, and I think I want to go to bed early tonight. Maybe I should sleep late tomorrow.
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