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Battling nausea at every turn

Someone asked me -- or maybe I posed the question myself -- which is worse: nausea or a migraine? Well, I’ve had both, sometimes at the same time, and after thinking about it awhile (and trying to eat a few times, only to throw it up), I’d say that it must be a rhetorical question, because dark thoughts like that lead you down a path away from recovery. Look at the brightness ahead, not the darkness left behind.

First remember hearing this song on the radio in Jackson.

A mix to start and end your weekend!

Baseball is back, so you’re getting an early mix!

Exercises in futility

There are matters of faith and matters of science. I wrote a term paper with a friend a long time ago about the intersection between the two. We wrestled with it for days, and we both agreed that the two are not mutually exclusive -- or was it inclusive -- that’s the problem; it’s not exactly what any message conveys; it’s what is conveyed and at what time. If there’s too much input, then the output is changed. Another friend would say that this is reflective in the mentally ill; too much stimuli for one person can produce futility and confusion; to another it is a breeding ground for creativity.

I love you too!

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New mix coming before midnight. Link is above.

Becoming Mr. Aces

Jan. 31, 2020

I awakened to a dreary, cold day in Florida. My phone was off (thank God!), although I didn’t realize that when I woke up from a fantasy and beat the passion out of myself. I took the flag outside since sunrise had passed and the country was in the middle of a crisis of conscience.

I pulled off my night clothes and stood stark naked staring at the phone, which, again, thank God it was off. The naughty side of me doesn’t ever see eye to eye with the “real” me, the one who won’t speak up until he’s suffocated.

I had been waiting for this day for a while. It was the day where the Senate would have to take a stand on a moral issue that had been plaguing America perhaps since its founding, when George Washington warned us about how political parties would be the end of us.

After fumbling through a few login screens, I settled into my blue chair with an Irish tea and Nestle creamer to watch a cute blonde woman pounding on her piano, some furry creatures watching her every move.

My furry creature was resting in the chair beside me.

It was now or never, I thought.

Now, the Spirit urged me. It’s time.

To Jam.

[FTR, this is my cat Libby. I sometimes like to put sunglasses on her to trick her out. Because that’s just what I do.]

Coming tonight (or tomorrow, depending on where you’re at) ...

My silly cat Libby