When I get thrown under someone's bus, I never crawl out, I just move on. It's a fact I've learned about myself, it is what it is, even if it means losing love.

When I touch my cheek I used to say "I should shave today", now I say "maybe I'll shave today".

The tremors only stop when I numb my brain and control of my hands is heading south. It's very depressing.

My new smart home routine starts the coffee, turns on the living room and kitchen lights at 50%, sets the volume on my Echo down to 30% (in case I was blasting music the night before) and then she say's "Good morning Jim", tells me the weather and checks my messages, whenever I say Computer, good morning from my bed.

I think I'm done taking cross-country trips in my old truck, she needs a break.

Thank god I've got my cat...