remember that you are dust
and to dust you shall return. Wednesday, today is Ash Wednesday, meaning Lent has begun, this is the first day of Lent 2026. Forty years ago, or fifty, who'd've thought I'd still be here, much less thinking I still have sense enough to think. But "I think, therefore I AM," I guess. The morning hour is just past seven-thirty and we're waiting until eight-twenty to head downstairs to the car and off to Lynn Haven to stop at Adams Pharmacy and then across the street and a couple of blocks north for Linda's dental appointment. While she's in the dentist chair I'll be in the husband's waiting room, probably finishing this blogpost, assuming my brain doesn't drop off to sleep. I think I have a way to stop the syncope when I sense it coming on, at least it seems to be working for me. Otherwise the nausea then momentary blackout is quite bothersome. Those who are as fortunate as I am to arrive at this extreme old age, a mover and shaker who is...