It’s hospice time. SNZ is worried about making a wrong call in that regard. She shouldn’t. We will handle this. Yes… it’s a big call. And an important decision for anyone so charged. But ‘we’ got this… it’s cake. We will be ready and prepared to make the call this coming Monday, or soon there about.
Do not worry. Go Cubs. And let’s score a scene or three in a movie we both like. Bring on them strings. And don’t sweat da brass. We’re gonna make it all work. All of it.
Each and every damn step! And we’re taking all. All but that very last one together.
You’re my heart!
Dug-OUT
And come on U-HE. 249 pounds for ZEBRA 3? WOW
And about scoring some movie bit….I think it would be some big fun.
And todays’ beat
yup. a confounding intimacy that there but the very last one. you are both in my heart. i am telling stories, remembering stories as fast as i can. thanks or th’angst as i might say the angst one has when the thanks being given is inadequate to the task.
by the by i sent you a video message on your damned phone. no need for reply….
Thank you, Heartbeat. That’s so you—making ME feel better. It’s tough stuff. But yes. We’ve got this—scored with strings, brass, woodwinds, and we’ll give the drummer some for a boogie beat. Love, love, love.
“It’s hospice time.”
Sometimes reality can be the marching band without sound. Come what may, I hope, truly hope, you know how much I admire your words. Every time you left WordPress, I waited for you to come back with that uncontrollable and undeniable flow. You never disappoint. I don’t think you could if you tried.
*Big hugs*, Doug, to you and SNZ. 🩵💜❤️
How nice. Truly Kind…Thanks!
You’re most welcome.