Friday again, Aug 15

Life is Good between fits of coughing, nomesane? Good, Not good, Good, Not good, Good, ...

Brain, good sense, is slow returning, where did I catch this? IDK, could have been any one of half a dozen situations. I'm thinking most likely using a grocery cart where they didn't have the purificator wipes available, but could have been anyplace. 

Obviously not some allergic reaction, this is communicable, as Linda seems to be picking it up from me.

Seeing that I cannot think or write sensibly, my test to see whether my brain is still working at some level is to play card games online.  

For years, a favorite distraction was reading comics back into the dark ages of my life, but my comics site has now started requiring a paid subscription, which I'm not doing. There were several favorites, "Calvin and Hobbes," "Cul-de-sac," "For better or for worse." "Dilbert" before the artist went off politically incorrect and got jerked, there's a buzz word for what was done to him, I can't remember it this morning. 

No appetite, still not feeling like eating anything. I have sardines, maybe a sardine later, with a touch of mustard.

And change of clothes for the day? Linda's always insisted on ironing my shirts, even cotton shirts labeled "no iron." So I've pretty much discarded all my cotton shirts in favor of plastic shirts that I buy from Sam's. Buy in the store or order online. They hang out fine, not even a hint of a wrinkle. But they are not warm like a cotton shirt, and I get cold in the apartment, so have a few old cotton shirts ordered from L L Bean years ago, to wear. Doesn't matter if they're wrinkled here in 7H. 

This summer cold is evolving, I reckon it'll pass in its own Time. But we won't be going to church Sunday.  

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What's on my mind, then? kata Markon, the gospel according to Mark. It's lots of fun to explore. I'm thinking to start posting here on +Time, lesson plans for my discussion/study with Dr Dan's adult Sunday school class. It's scheduled to start Sunday, September 7. Other reading: Marcus Aurelius, his quick points, short meditations about life. Life happens, and nothing can harm you when it's over and done.

Friday: there goes the U S Navy, out for a day of victory at sea. Would I swap places with them? No way, Jose, BTDT, my favorite Navy memory may be coming topside on a destroyer our first morning in Guantanamo Bay in January 1959, a warm Florida-like day. We had left Norfolk a couple days before in a light storm of swirling snow and sleet. Besides no one on that diver tender live in 7H! I wouldn't trade with anyone who's not sitting out here on my porch mornings and evenings. Life is Good.

RSF&PTL

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