Among the things to worry about is my pending heart attack, stroke or ugly end. If Tim Russert, Michael Jackson and Senator Kennedy all died it is proof that the current American Health system is in crisis as Doctor Oz prepares to become a fixture on daytime television. They all had the best medical care money could buy.
Really my personal health is about to be examined again, and I am fatter, weaker and older and it is all my fault. I would like to blame the number of medications I take for the problem but know that would be a lie. I get so easily distracted and the road back to better control of my health is farther away than it was years ago.
I am not sick, ill, feeling outta sorts just the gray is coming back with rain in the Northwest and my mind absorbs the mood. As soon as I finish typing this I will finish my coffee and have devotions, go do my exercises, dry fire forty rounds at the AQT in all four stages and then have hot breakfast gruel and another cup of coffee as I clean up to get out the door. By then a long legged red top might bring a smile, most definitely the purr of the Trusty Triumph will. See y'all on the road!
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