First, I love you.
Second, I can no longer do that.

Third, add the first to the second,
and I no longer care.

This is likely to be my last Christmas.
That's all right with me. I don't mind.
My mind is good,
but the rest of me is not so good.
"...to everything there is a purpose, under Heaven..."
just not sure how much more of a purpose I have.
Starting to withdraw a bit, from all my old thoughts
and wishes and sad feelings,
but the feeling of withdrawal is comfortable.
I don't mind.
Working on a lot of things....
a few more things to wrap this morning,
maybe actually make and eat a breakfast for once,
pet and hold a cat or two... maybe hug the pooch....
and I have to gather the strength to face Wednesday.
I know that I said I was good with all of it,
that I wasn't going to keep things in mind any more....
I lied.
Wednesday is the tipping point, though,
so that will be good.
Fifty damn years ago... can you imagine that?
Talk about something unreal - back then -
never would have thought of it.
And....
it's another Wednesday.
How about that?!
Merry Christmas, Darling.
I'll go now.

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