Cat asleep on my lap, my left shirt sleeve wet from moving the water hose/sprinkler to a place conducive to plant/birdlife...
Online headlines no different than 19th century newspapers...
Wish my brain and willpower more flexible to fill with technical design capability [or management thereof]...
Running out of energy... no desire to live for myself... sick of trying...
"Ol' Man River" winding its way through my thoughts... tired of livin'...
Tribal jealousies/rivalries don't go away easily... and skeered of dyin'...
Wordplay lost in the malaise maze... but ol' man river...
The seesaw has cantilevered over the tipping point... he jes' keeps rollin' along...
If the youngest generation does not see what's going to happen, where will we find reasonable people to make the tough[er/est] decisions?
"And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky?"
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