I am super happy right now. My body is all fuckd up with stiffness but I manage to not pay too much attention to it and meditate and enjoy truly myself. I wonder what I will die of? There will be a coma phase where I laugh at Brian's jokes. Life goes on, people! We will maybe adopt another senior dog, but a small small one this time (easier to carry when traveling with Whiksey and Billy). I found one today. Fear not, eventually, my meditation will cure me of most of it (the eps) after maybe a bout. It is all that cures eps: meditation. A miracle? Homebound forever with Billy, Whiskey and Coco.
The Poetry Dervish