My goodness! I am 80 going on 81 (less than 3 months away). I am in a Senior Living Facility, Atria Santa Clarita, and Linda is in a Skilled Nursing Facility. I have strange thoughts, not that I am dying, but that I may be soon. "Any morning now, I may wake up dead." I don't know exactly what that means, "wake up dead". Maybe I think that because it always makes me smile.
But for the moment, I am not dead. I write almost every day, poems or stories. Even some short stories lately. Hm. Well, the stories are short. Does that make them short stories? I'll have to look that up.
Anyway, My computers get more and more interesting. I guess that means MacOS and Windows really do improve.
Well, what the hell! Onward! Go
