14-05-2023, 03:35 PM
I have fumfookled myself. Tomorrow a generous hearted best friend is coming to help me move my bed into its usual Winter position, a job that requires vast amounts of preparatory shifting of excess Stuff - every bit of which I deem as essential. Well, I did, till now. The discard pile is getting taller by the hour...
I may have to leave the excavating of the depths where the red eyes of the monster dust bunnies glow, for the early hours tomorrow. Every year I get more and more aged, plans are increasingly less likely to be matched by the physical wherewithal they require.
I think it must be wine time. Maybe after I throw together a vegie bake to go into the oven alongside the brisket that just needs caramalising to reach perfection.
Gods, I live well, despite the decrepitude.
I may have to leave the excavating of the depths where the red eyes of the monster dust bunnies glow, for the early hours tomorrow. Every year I get more and more aged, plans are increasingly less likely to be matched by the physical wherewithal they require.
I think it must be wine time. Maybe after I throw together a vegie bake to go into the oven alongside the brisket that just needs caramalising to reach perfection.
Gods, I live well, despite the decrepitude.