I should really write a new short story. i had two nasty simulatneous cramps in ym thighs. It was aweful and I hope it is not my meds. Though i have asked god to let me be saner and experience physical pain instead if there is a choice in my old age. But who wants to be dependent?

The day is well started now. It is 9H30am. a big plane crosses above us in the sky. Whiskey is on the ground, in the garden. i am on the deck. I am having trouble meditating these days.