On these days that are turning cold and rainy finds me looking back on my life. A feeling of sadness soon follows as I visit old places and memories. Its just bits and pieces of this and that, here and there. I don't hardly ever try to pick a place or time. They just come out at me. I find myself more alone as I get older. I like it better and don't want to be trifled with trying to make friends and be sociable. I just do better on my own. I have always been that way and never had more than a couple of good friends that were close at any given time.
It's almost funny how I used to wish I had time to travel or to fish or this or that but all I do is stay close to home and read or sit and think. Sleeping is a blessing. I hate to awake. Dear will be the day when I don't.
