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Entry date: 2-20-2023 - High Noon - Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,


It was tough this morning walking past the spot where the unfortunate dog/car collision took place. I find myself not wanting to even type "Where the dog got killed" today. It was tough for Tom and I to talk about it, too. We both kind of just paused and felt what we had to feel.


It's President's Day, though, so I don't have to be in front of kids for another 18 hours or so, give or take. I've frittered away the morning doing a bit of laundry and procrastinating. I'm very good at frittering and procrastinating. Championship level, really.


But no more.


We are about to cut the cable cord, I think. Fuck DirecTV. Worst case scenario we sign back up at a later time. I have a feeling, and I expressed this to Tom on our walk today (with Q-man, too), that I will probably watch less and less TV. This is not a bad thing. My only concern is how I will watch the Suns.


Honestly, I don't know if I even care about not seeing every game at this point. As excited as I am about seeing Durant suit up and such, I can probably live without the games being on TV. God forbid I start listening to them the way I did when I was younger.


Speaking of God forbidding things, I hope he's cool with me lifting the moratorium that has been placed on fiction writing for a while. It's time to get back on the saddle, as they say, and ride to victory. I keep coming up with story ideas, but I know I need to work on the ones I have already started.


Here's to everyone having a good week.


See you soon.



This was from about seven years ago. My great aunts and my grandmother. Dee, Lois, JoAnn, Amy, and Louise. Only Lois and Amy (AKA: Granny) are still with us. Amazing ladies in their own way, for sure, and part of me.

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