Nothing means everything

At my age, I have to paint all this, including the 15ft ceilings

My birthday is approaching.

I will be quite old by August.

Sometimes, memory slips:  I cannot quite remember.  Was I younger once?

Was I ever important?

What about the one that got away?

No, not that one:  the other one.

Do they ever think of me today?

I do them.

It is tempting to watch YouTube videos, drink endless beers, and relive the past.

One wonders: what difference does it make if I have sagging skin or chicken legs?

I will probably be dead sooner than later.


Worm food.

Not throwing in the towel just yet, though.

After all, I have some interior wall painting to do.

full moon
full moon over my house last night