Desolation Row
Wow. I never noticed before how bad it is in the winter. I remember last year feeling that the winter was bad. I felt that early on in the winter, and it hung around throughout the cold spring and swollen soggy summer.
I thought this year would have no choice but to improve.
I was wrong.
Winter in the northern hemispehere - long, cold, dark and lonely. If nothing else then we are united in this. Is that any consolation?
Dave-Pal called last night. He needed an old friend. He needed unconditional love, and he called me. I was glad to be thought of. How selfish is that, in somebody else's darkest hour?
If I am a warrior, you are part of my armour. There is no need to apologize for that...I also love you. True love tends to forget. I only remember the good stuff.
I can't wait for the hot dog-days.
I can't wait for Bob. Bob is tonic, sans quinine. Bob will be as good as oxygen by the time next week rolls around.
MW: life is not the same without you in it.
