At the Very Least
Well I got my exercise for today by having to walk around Wal-Jacked, picking up some medicine from the CBS Pharmacy, and getting some fuel. All this took me around an hour and a half, so now I’m sitting back at my desk before 10:45 AM. I swept the apartment floors and watched our Autistic son prepare his breakfast/lunch. So for now the world seems okay, while I sip on my 99¢ Cherry Limeade from the Sonic’s. I hope I’m not boring you with my account from a soon-to-be boring afternoon. But I’ve been retired, and no longer truly considered disabled any more. I’ve been clocked out early by the government to save them money and spend my own. I don’t mean to sound super cynical, maybe it’s the sugar rush from the Limeade. But after listening to a radio personality I admired say he don’t like a country singer because he sounded “too black”. Well that just rubbed me the wrong way, no matter the context. My life is about finding just a bit of peace. So for my health’s sake, I prett...