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Don't Forget Your Pills

 The title says it all.

Welcome to life in your sixties, when the greatest term of endearment is the one that says it without saying it.

"I love you and I don't want you to die!"

(Don't forget your pills.)

Those words warm my heart.

Of course, I believe that is the point of the pills.

Warm it up.

Keep that sucker pumping!


I'm still working on this blog thing.

Trying to get it to download pictures. (I am willing to accept cookies but Google doesn't want to let me accept them.)

Maybe I'll try to insert a "buy me a cuppa" link. (Hey, we need to keep the heat on in this old church. And winter is not jus a-comin'. It's bloody well here already.)

I am shooting for my first "Sermon From The Deck", in many months, hopefully Sunday. (But don't hold your breath. I have a roofing job, postponed by the weather, that I need to finish.)

"But (fake) Pastor. Working on a Sunday is a sin."

"Look punk. Ox is in the well and blah blah blah. Also...A tight roof makes a happy wife."

And Honey.

"Don't forget to take your pills." 


Stay safe and warm.

Get vaccinated if you can.

 



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