I've jazz on the system this morning. It reminds me of the early 1960's. Nice.
I'm trying to type and answer a text from my friend, MDR. As a matter of fact I just typed, "He has a very shallow sense of humor," speaking of our Lord in relation to my recent illness. My friend, MDR, is funny and kind and generous and I respect him very much indeed.
Which brings me to the subject of this blog post. Friends. Friends I've met in this weird and wonderful medium we all call the internet. I haven't the time, presently, to link each and everyone of you. Then again I could just take a day to write this little post and do just that, link each of you. But, I've just flipped the shop sign to open and customers hate to wait. After all, I am a wicked capitalist.
Back on subject (to much coffee this morning) you. You, my good friends, never cease to astound me. I write a simple little vignette about my restlessness and my wife's emotions and you guys come back with such caring and understanding responses it leaves me at a loss for words, literally.