*yawn* I'm out of cream for my coffee. This displeases me. FWP.
My father died in 1970, on my 16th birthday. That set the stage for 20 years of my anger at the world.
Moving on. Today I will get some exercise. I've been inside way too much since the weather changed.
24 more hours of sobriety will be on the agenda as well. 6:43 AM PNW...watching coyotes and eagles from my perch on the third floor.
