Hard to believe that we are halfway through September.
And that means I am now closer to 83 than 82.
Nobody is promised tomorrow.
Signs of times from today’s walk.
Two of my favorite things. Wall Art and a Thrift Shop.
I did not return home empty-handed.
It’s been 10 years and 51 weeks since I moved into the Asylum.
It’s been 11 years and 50 weeks since Carlton died.
All things considered, things have worked out remarkably well.
And for that I am very grateful.