My Cousin Gerry posted-up "Hey Coz, what are you doing ?" His query sent me into a "tale spin". Besides fending off Death from X-Radiation and mutating into The Thing That Couldn't Wipe Its Own Ass, I've been busy elevating my BP to OFF THE SCALE, mainly because I'm scared shit about dying BEFORE I "get my House in order" ---THAT'S what I've been doing, getting outside and taking advantage of a March-that-seems-like-April--- i.e., getting my "House" my BRAIN/MIND in from "Out Of Order".
Last year it wasn't until the SECOND week of MAY that allowed for extended Outdoor Functioning. It went from Winter to Summer :: Demeter, Hades Mistress /Wife, Nowhere to be found here among the Living. Now that I'm gonna die soon, I'd rather meet Death with my boots on, chainsaw in hand. I say "soon" the Doc gave me about 10 years or so, if I'm lucky. it was Chance that infected me with prostate cancer to begin with --- I'm no fan of Luck.
Either way the Clock is ticking, my Time is running out.
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