Is that the Grim Reaper knocking at my door?
My body is nearly 70 years old.
With all my incurable diseases and conditions, it sometimes seems more than 100.
But my mind is still twelve.
I was fully prepared to meet death today. I thought it might happen because of the driving I needed to do on top of the passing out I had been doing for no identified reason.
But my daughter took care of the night driving on the drive home. And no passing out.
I have been struggling to draw and write anything.
My blog readership fell off a cliff this month. I suppose because I have been writing about nudists more and probably being mentally weird and indecipherable due to old-man craziness.
Catch a Falling Star 