Unlike the rightwingnuts who know it all, sometimes I get a little blue, or melancholy, while we’re all locked down cuz of Dotard’s incompetence.

 As I sit in the hot tub, or lay in bed, late at night, sometimes, I think I could have done better, or done more with m life. Surprise, I have doubts about myself, sometimes, in the twilight of my years.

BUT, when I do, I just found a mental exercise to get myself through it. When I think the worst about myself, (as some think about me), I look at my contribution to the world, and feel like a winner, or at least much better.

Yup, I realize I am HALF of Nate, my son and Kari my daughter, PLUS, one quarter of Piper and Tre, my grandkids. And all of a sudden I feel good, knowing I made the world a better place, in spite of my own deficiencies. AND, Carol picked me, of all the guys in the world, as her husband.

Works for me.

AND, when I start thinking about my body getting old and decrepit, I sometimes think. Would I want to randomly trade my body for another one.....of the same age.

Absolutely NOT!

As worn out as this old bag of bones is, I’m claiming it’s much better than average.

Those are my thoughts and I’m sticking to them. Works for me, and that’s what it’s all about, I think, as I, like so many, have to ‘make it through the night’......