I think he is fine, yes.
This is going to be a fast post so I can get back to watching Dateline with Keith Morrison. Every Monday I have at least one good moment when I remember it is Dateline day on OWN. For a few sad weeks I had rehearsal for a murder mystery on Mondays. Now I am free and feel I should be happier about it than in fact I am. Then again, life is never perfect. We must do the best we can with the ingredients at hand.
Apparently woman cannot live by Dateline alone.
Yesterday I made up my mind that starting today I would up my game: my writing game, my running game, and my house cleaning game. Those were the ones I mentioned, but I daresay I have a few more games that could use work. Do you suppose I upped anything today? Of course not! And I am clearly not upping my blogging game. I haven’t even put in any pictures of monsters. What’s that all about, me?
I could use a haircut myself.
I am completely losing track of this Dateline episode while I type this foolishness (as Truman Capote famously said, this isn’t writing, it’s typing). I can only hope my man Keith narrates the next episode. Oh well, I like that Josh Mankiewicz too.
In the meantime, sorry to publish yet another foolish post. I’ll try to up my game tomorrow. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
PS. It’s Dennis Murphy. He’s OK, too.
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