Who says you don’t get one last request? Have you ever noticed that death and desire are sometimes related? Impending death makes you appreciate everything more. And when you desire something very badly yet can’t achieve it, your desire for it increases almost to the point of desperation. Add to that the certainty of death dictating how much longer you will have to try, and you’ve got one miserable guy, yours truly.
Yeah, yeah, cry like a baby, Steve. OK, I will. 
It’s been a long warm summer, which should be filled with many opportunities to run around nekked. Instead I was sick most of the time and since then haven’t been able to get out of the house much. Bummer. It’s a real bitch to look outdoors as Winter approaches and realize that you may never see a warm, green day again. Just snow and ice. And sick to boot. Boo hoo.
But I’ve been feeling much better these last 3 weeks, and terrific today. So I loaded up the Jeep with Skippy the Beach Dog and headed out to Mazo.
Now, I’m not really supposed to drive but, in anticipation of maybe getting to the beach, I skipped my morning meds. Bad me, but makes the
road safer for you.
Angie couldn’t come so it was just us guys, and it was wonderful! 70 degrees, light breeze, hot sun and a fair bunch of folks, gorgeous day! Skippy got his feet wet and played in the sand, I just zoned out. And missed my Angie. She’s something I’ll always want more of but, well.
Skippy felt bad that no one called out ‘Hey Skippy!’ but felt better when he met another dog. They didn’t even fight, thank God. Dog fights and naked guys don’t mix well…
Maybe all that doesn’t sound like such a big thing to you, but believe me, it was. Winter, do your worst, I’m ready for you!
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