I usually rise with clear intent. It's easy to write when there's a single thought in mind. There's a crowd of them this morning and none that I really want to pursue.
Greeting me was a message from Mr. Spock. He chooses to believe his comments are in the form of discussion but as usual, this one was full of invective. Of course he knew it would not see the light of day. He assures me I know who he is.
He was pretty sure I would read the comment. I did. It will be the last one I do.
He refers to age and what it does to a person.
There's a perspective on life that only comes with age I'm sure, if I tried,I could think something clever and cruel to say to him.
I wont though. There's little point in adding to his misery.
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