Friends and Friendly Readers,
Sometimes my neural pain (TBI) takes my breath away. I am forced to use a cane (feels so wrong). I have the inner spirit of a Walt Longmire, but right now the outer body of a Barney Fife. I'll get back to where I should be in a few days, but right now.....feels like I'm dying. But it's only a feeling. I just wanted ya'll to know why I'm quiet.
James
Monday, August 19, 2013
Special Note
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, August 19, 2013
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