The breeze felt nice tonight as I walked to deliver the rent check. There were people out with their families going to the car or walking their dogs to let them do their dooty.
I've gone through a lot in the past 24 hours. Something that cut me to the quick. But I made it through. I told a lot of people that I can't cry over spilt milk, but rather look ahead with a fighting spirit in my soul. There's still a large amount of uncertainty and I do what I can to wade through that.
I think this blog is a diary blog of sorts. It is what it is. All too much I've heard that expression. But it seems now that I'm wrapping my neurons around it. I'm still befuddled that so many people read this thing on a daily basis. I think 20 - 30 stop by a day. That's plenty for my small tastes. I like to read blogs and hope that I can provide something beneficial for those who read; be it a chuckle that this guy is crazy... ;)
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