S4!7$ finally breakin’ up

crapola in me lungs is starting to break up finally, guessin’ the immune system found the right combination of assault chemicals against the current invaders.

I see a parallel think here,,, with ‘real world’ stoopidity ,,,,

not goin’ down that road for a minute. need to break away from that all together since I think what got my current system all a-wonk was my stress levels of what was going on ‘IRL’ but not ‘imrl’ (in my real life).

and of course, exposure,,, I don’t get out much, and when some new buggy gets brought around, I am fair certain to come down with it. UGH!

lots of thoughts over the last nights struggles to sleep while clear lungs and not crap myself hacking up my diaphragm,,, Sure felt that way, and my abs are NOT happy,,,, rather like I went all day doing planks and sit-ups. Good point though; I don’t feel like I am breathing through clogged P100 filters today,,, Lots of thoughts,,,

Thinking I may start a seperate blog, one dedicated to the philosophical stuff, no kayaks, no politics, more the “Jewel, Sword, Mirror” type stuff. Wouldn’t be daily updates or anything, more long winded too.

Anywhooos,,, just a thought at this point. All perpertrated by a memory of a character from Nick Coles Soda-pop Soldier series; Perfect Question. What a name, huh? Read the series and it makes perfect sense,,,(apologies, couldn’t resist) (I re-opened the Warlord book because the memory tells me ‘I missed sumpin’ kind of important, and related to why I am considering a seperate blog,,,)

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Yeah,,, I must be feelin’ better,,, tummy is grumpin’ about ’empties!!! feeds me Seymour!!!!‘,,,,, Guess I need to get on that,,,, then off to the domestics and keep sluggin’ my way through these strange times we currently inhabit.