Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future. The weeks, months and years seem to fly by but days are so long. I know that everyone's judge of time is based on their situation, their love life and love of life, health, wealth and wisdom.

Since I'm over half a century old, single and disabled, life does tend to creep by. I guess if you were the type of happy, go-lucky person with no real problems to mention, the days will zoom by. Those people are driving a Viper and I'm in a V.W. Don't get me wrong. I love V.W.'s, but that doesn't have anything to do with what I'm saying. Just an analogy, you see. I'm getting ridiculus now.

It reminds me of oooooof. . .damn it, I forgot already. That's another thing that happens as you age. How do you like the way I avoided saying those words 'get old'?

Oh well, maybe it will come to me later. Yeah right! It'll be while I'm asleep and have a dream or a nightmare about it that will terrify me so much that my brain will block it out for when I awake the next morning. I should say afternoon. I don't get up in the A.M.

Well, I have to go. It's 3:15 a.m. and I still have to play Word Whomp and Majong before I get everything situated so I can go to bed, or I should say 'go to chair'. Yes, it's down to that. I have to sleep in a chair because I have Acid Reflux and if I lay flat or, now it's if I'm not sitting straight up, fluids, etc. will get into my lungs, causing problems that I can't even think about. It's so bad.

Joe and I have a doctor appt. and I have to get things ready for that trip. It's about 5 miles from where we live. I dread it though. This doctor has no bedside manner. I get panic attacks just thinking of him.

Okay, enough of me bitching and rambling.

Goodnight or good morning.

Carol - Katwoman1