Blundering

I did the unforgivable.  On Sunday, after church, I offered to take Loretta to the diner (It was our anniversary) for breakfast.  She never thought I’d later also offer to take her out to dinner, so she blew up.  It was a horrific explosion, at least for a man who doesn’t remember everything anymore.  I’m happy if I get Tuesday right.  Never mind anniversaries.

Life still has its consolations.  There are the longtime memories of past triumphs, past victories, and just the other day I sent out an article to a magazine.  Do that if you can.

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