Blame it on Friday the 13th though for me it marked the end, not a contributory factor to, an egregiously long and especially awful week. The days dragged and nights sped by-I have no idea what happened or why and as happy as I am that today is Saturday, I'm sad because it makes Monday that much closer.
About the only good thing that happened this week was this. And I'm not sure I can explain to you, or to myself, why I think that is. Hope you enjoy.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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