The Stars and the Cookie Jar

....I am building up to Incredibly Scared.

And y'all, everybody stop hugging me. That sounds so tacky, but. Hug me when I come out alive on the other side. Right now it sort of cues the dirges. Believe me, I am already at the edge of crying more often than you know. If I see you cry, I will fold.

Hopefully still able to do the Milliways Trip. My damn doctor needs to get off his butt and call me. Thing is, too, the Democratic National Convention has turned Boston into the National Security Monster, so I don't know what kind of delays that might mean. I'm workin' on it, my lovelies.

I hear a clock, I hear a clock, always in the back of my mind.

Today has actually been a fantastic day: a round of pleasures, and a road test to be a Licensed Driver, which I now am (God. Save. You. All.) -- and finding I had more money than I thought in the bank. And cherry-wheat lambic from the local brewery. No, I cannot drink normal beer. I am too spoiled.

But the clock.

Oh, I don't know what to do, not to hear it.

Now I'm being called to ride, or swim -- I don't know which, maybe I'll get on the horse in the bathing-togs -- so I'll cut this short, except to say thank you, everybody.

...and thank you, Sam...