Thursday again, no, it's Friday, Bonehead!
What bothers me these days? Interests, bothers, intrigues, exasperates, concerns me? Truly, bothers me, not much. Glancing through the obits in any morning's online New York Times (for NYT, I only get headlines, I don't have a paid subscription except for the past several decades annually automatically renewing paid access to daily online NYT Crossword Puzzles for Linda, who has the intellectual ability to do what goes completely over my head; if I click on any story the paywall blocks me or tells me I've used up my free articles or reminds me that I've only got one more free article this month, or some such), most of them are younger than I am, dying in their seventies or sixties or low eighties, which keeps me on notice about not being so careless with life - - don't salt food, limit fried food, do more walking, weigh more often and so have more FuroForty days because my ankles have disappeared, skip the ice cream, take more naps, limit to one martini or one glas...