Lots of stuff, not the least of which (currently in my mind anyway) are the lyrics to this particular song;
Cynicism is my security blanket.
And today’s ‘first time’ is I’m writing this post in a cafe;
So far things are so good. Truth be told however, I haven’t slept in the same place twice, and time here has been spent catching up with my squad from all over and from the last nearly thirty-five years. Plus, there’s been a lot of hair.
Thanks for the patience, and I promise I’ll have some kind of summery written up by Friday. Or Monday. Or Wednesday. But probably Friday. Or Wednesday.