Very Nearly Comfortably Numb


“Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years”  ~  Traffic

Spacing out would be just the thing right now, but it’s not an option. I’ve got this weird notion – weird for this time of day anyway – that the best thing that could happen would be a full Italian meal, with red wine. Garlic bread, salad. Sausage, peppers, and meatballs. Since this is my fantasy I would also put a smiling, laughing woman across the table from me. Good conversation, some of it (hopefully) absurd. I could expand on this, of course, but I think I have made my point. This was pretty much my fantasy this time last year when the SS benefits first started up for me. I never made that happen. The plan was to have the dinner in celebrating the fresh benefits. Never happened. There is still time. Life is in session until it’s not. But, moving forward, this is the best I’ve got this morning, blog-wise. I feel very nearly Comfortably Numb. And that’s okay. A good shower and a workday awaits.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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