Hello again, The End, My Only Friend

Don't know why, decided to check in. Almost two years since I played with myself at this stupid blog. Can't believe it's still here. The daughter hates me, husband passed away last September, poor dear  son is  hours away, but at least will still talk to me. Nothing is funny anymore.

However, Ray says writers write, which is true, although I've never considered myself a writer. That takes discipline and talent. All I have is beer and a febile desire to amuse someone, anyone, if only myself. But dammit, just not funny anymore. Not enough beer in the world.

Maybe I'm just tired. Got wifi last week. That might help. I don't know. Here is an inspiring picture. Maybe I'll do more tomorrow...