Yeah, one of those wallowing in self pity kind of days.
Anyway, I’ll get over it. Soon I hope.
In the meantime, I decorated my dart board up some with souvenirs from my glory days, such as they were.
All the love I’m getting these days is of the canine variety.
And this gave me a chuckle:
That’s all I got today folks. I’m off to the orphanage for my monthly pizza party with the kids this afternoon. That ought to cheer me up. Or at least snap me out of this feeling sorry for myself bullshit. We’ll see.
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, well, who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need
I truly am, indeed
Alone again, naturally
Lucky sure pretzels up the way a lot of cats do. You need to get a photo of him sleeping that way on some piano keys.
May you recover your good cheer soon.
PB&J with Buddy and Lucky who only want your love and they love you. Sit back or a day or two, read a good.book. Ken Follett…Wilber Smith.
Kev, yeah Lucky has some contortionist in him, that’s for sure. Don’t think I’ll invest in a piano, but maybe he can sleep on my house keys…. 🙂
Yep, Rascal. This too shall pass. Haven’t been reading but did start adding some TV series into the mix…