Robbie’s picture, one more time
I feel like I fell down the stairs.
The worst of it was losing our cat, Robbie. Eighteen years, we had her.
Some people don’t understand about pets; but a lot of people do. Meanwhile, I had to continue my work of monitoring the slow murder of my country by evil, loony, stupid, and perverted individuals… And on top of that, Willie Mays died the other day: the man I wanted to be when I grew up. Boyhood hero. I can’t remember a time in my life when he wasn’t my hero.
But the show must go on. Or so I’ve heard.
You’ve had a very rough few months! My prayers are with you.
Thank you–we need them.
The show must go on … I have always wondered why. What happens if it doesn’t?
Actually, nothing. But it’s not like I have better things to do.