If I can just stay up a few hours I will be at seventy two hours.
Never have been a good sleeper.
It may be that I spent a good portion of that time trying to determine how to write toward and impress international intellectuals, who at least one, from Hong Kong, wants me dead.
I am not as smart as they are.
So, around 5:16 p.m., I quit trying.
It may be that I am just a average guy that when cutting the grass I hum and sing old Beatles songs, Willie Nelson and mushy love songs.
It certainly may be that I just want to be plain and simple in my approach to life.
Life is complicated enough.
Why further complicate it by making it also complex.
So, at least for the, let’s say, immediate future, bear with me as I work out a few issues.
It’s how I feel.