I can keep quiet no longer. There should federal laws against interleague play, the designated hitter and the pitch clock.

Furthermore chewing tobacco should be Mandatory.

Ok. That’s enough rant.

I’m up, watching YouTube. There’s an attractive 40ish woman, posing in a mesh bikini.

I don’t know what it’s like to lust any more, to carry a seduction through to its conclusion, to be with a woman who values my company more than watching an episode of Adam 12.

This reflection is descending into a rant about being 73 and lonely.

Did Frosty The Snowman have an Advance Directive about Melting away?

We’ve had massacres at concerts, bridge destruction, personal electronics malfunctions, births, deaths. You know. Life goes on, John Mellenkamp reminded us.

I’m watching trains. My guardian angel, Jade, told me to avoid the news for two days. That is getting easier and easier.

News, I think, is how we’re manipulated, by the people who make the bombs and pay off the politicians.

Enough of that. If you have chance to get laid, go for it! Nothing beats an orgasm.

Do the Amish masturbate?

I’m looking at my house. It’s filled with stuff, I once deemed important. Books I planned to read, CD’s I thought I would listen to, movies on my Watch List.

Now, all of this sits here, ready to entertain me, inspire great thoughts, or just stimulate thinking.

I had locked myself in Bedlam and thrown away the key,. Now I must plot my escape. Let me keep it simple. 1)Pack up what I don’t want.

2) Throw out the old newspapers, the clothes I no longer wear can go to the thrift stores.

3) What’s left is the grieving over getting lost in such a big way

Is sex the cherry on top of the sundae of love or found in all parts, the ice cream , nuts, syrup and whipped cream, too?

And what about the hot fudge?

We proudly speak an Indo-European language.

Let me arrange your next marriage.

Are you happy with your current mule breeder?

Avoid property taxes, become a nomadic herder.

21January was my birthday. 73. Pretty amazing. We went to a fancy Italian-themed chain restaurant, Maggianno’s Little Italy. There were families there. Several babies were there, passed around the table for aunts, uncles and grandparents to cuddle and smile at. A little girl with pigtails was eating penne pasta, beside her pregnant mom and little brother, who had yet to receive his first haircut. Another family featured 10 and 12 year-old brothers showcasing their table manners. They did well.

This is a restaurant that gives free desserts on special occasions. I received a crème brûlée to share with J. There was a bodacious quantity of food to take home. J finished off the crème brûlée first.

I took a nap, watched some football, even though I said I wouldn’t. Robert came by with a French tart from Whole Foods. Tasty, a perfect birthday indulgence

I could say more and I just might later.