Damn it I ran out of steam. Not sure what it is. too many chronic problems - sleep apnea and now this diates thing. I just get tired. I napped and woke and my arms were numb, Well, the forearms. I did get out on the bike for a bit. Just get me to the weekend!
Meanwhile, I was told the other night how my life was in the toilet. Is that how I come off here? If so, I need to be more careful how I say things. I feel rather good about my life.
I saw three hawks yesterday. The other day, I saw three rabbits; almost stepped on one. Life does go on.
Two of my friends and I had a brief discussion of religion through email. I sent them two links to read, pieces written by David Hume more than 200 years ago. I recommend them to you.
The best writer of all British philosophers had to be, of course, a Scots.
I watched The Blacklist finale. Interesting, twisted in a way. It does not revolve Reddington's identity.
My sister kept complaining about eggs in may, she thinks the government is leading us astray; another friend worries about the economy. This is for them: I Want to Tell the Stupid People That It’s the Economy, Stupid. Is it aht Trump is so loud that people think he was effective?
Before I call it a night, I need to start on a draft of a pretrial detention journal entry, and a piece on Indiana writers.
Have a good night.
And sometimes, you have to give up someone you love.
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