I'm sitting here in my little man cave at 2030 on 10/10/2023, thinking I should just go to bed, but I can't, I need to write.

I have come to accept that I have burned out most of my remaining friends and family with my incessant blogging, and then shoving it down their phone.

All I'm focusing on now is getting my truck road ready so I can get to Tampa in a couple of weeks to help Shelby move in.

Even my ducks were being weird this morning, my last bastion of animal contact, my little friends, were running from me.

I really wish I could talk about positive things here, but I'm running out.

Let me try. I've got a roof over my head, food, a bed, TV's and a truck. I have an internet connection to share this rambling bullshit with the world and two hands barely able to type it. I've had way more, and way less, in my long life.

There is nothing left to be said, but good night. I could die in my sleep tonight and this would be one hell of a last post!