….pretty much means you’re not a terrorist. Where was I going with this? Aww, nuts-I hate it when my train of thought jumps the tracks.  Maybe it’s because the train and the tracks are getting old.

Maybe I have an excuse.  This time of year is when we unpack the summer clothes we had in storage, and replace them with the winter clothes we hope we don’t have to wear again until fall. Having to be up out of my comfortable chair/couch kind of throws my system out of sorts on a weekend. And…finished and filed the taxes for last year. Checks in the mail, whole enchilada finished for the year. Have sort of a love/hate relationship with taxes.  Love that I get the opportunity to earn a living, hate that I have to summarize the year past in a few numbers.  When I look at the income/outgo numbers, I never feel I did as well as I thought I did.

Then, when I go online to check the news, I get reminders of all the things that people think I need help with. I don’t need reminders at this age – generally, if it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t work!  I also seem to be at the age where I get ads for the little blue pill. Today the ad was for the little blue pill in a single pack.  Great- I’m being judged for my health issues and activity level. Grrrrr.

I still get a daily newspaper, but not the ones from the TC. When I did subscribe to them, I could count on two points of view- from one, a middle of the road view. The other paper was referred to as “the Red Star of the North” by most of the folks that didn’t happen to live in the TC.  I look for a  “Dragnet” approach to the news-“Just the facts, Ma’am”. Most of the time, I get disgusted with the news articles; they’re more of an editorial/soap opera than the news.

Well, I think I need to go become one with the couch.

Subscribing to the Good and True,

Billy Acre