Been working on this Rosebud since last Friday I think. I almost have it. I do get impatient. I am very careful at the beginning but sprint to the finish.
I found this perfect little rose on my walkabout this afternoon.
OK day of work. And The Asylum managed to produce a good burger this evening. Onion. Tomato. Cheese. Mustard. Rare.
Feeling pretty mortal today. How can Charlie Watts have died? He was my age. People younger than me die every day. This getting old shit really starts to cut close to the heart. I put a newish pair of Dansko clogs and a perfect pair of jeans into the daily clothing rotation recently. No way I am ever going to wear either of those out. In this life.
Wandered into this old picture of Carlton this afternoon. As Brother Iz said: The only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.