Monthly Archives September 2022

Imagine if a politician would use this word instead of making our hole deeper.  I wonder how many relationships and marriages would continue if this word became a larger part of their vocabulary?   Would Motorolla and other past great companies still be great if this word were used to cause a course redirection and how many movie bombs would only be screenplays?  The word, of course, is sorry and as Yom Kippur comes to ahead and our books are being sealed there are still a few more days left to say it.  So let me be the lead the pack with this 5 letter word sorry. I’m just a work in progress and G-D willing there is still some clay to fix me and all those who seek improvement so we can all have a peaceful, healthy, happy, and, successful year together.  G-D Bless

It’s the dog’s fault but not for that (above) at least for now.  Instead, it’s for this 2nd image and if you were in my household you’d understand why.  Two dogs is trouble enough but at a third puppy to the list and the clock is running right past Y-O-U.  Don’t get me wrong the dogs are great just exhausting and demanding. So if my clock is a bit off and my papers are even a bit more chewed please blame the dogs for they are guilty with fun/responsibility even when the clock is running.

With this new addition to my dog farm, Melatonin is the only thing keeping me sane. In between the whining, barking, and yelping I need a few hours of sleep and Melatonin allows me to not get ugly.  Counting sheep doesn’t work when they’re are real sound effects in between.  The little gummy does though and now I’m productive enough to deal with the world ahead even if it has got a whole lot more crowded.

FOOTNOTE- A dog farm is any household with more than 2 dogs in it especially if one is a puppy.

To avoid this (above)  I’m precisely imprecise. For when you believe something I know I must go along with your feelings even if it is the tooth fairy. There is no arguing with your emotions unless I really want to argue. I can’t win and sometimes a draw is just fine with me as long as the yelling and bitter terms end.  It’s not that I’ll say you are right just that I understand how it makes you feel … well sorta. I guess in the end being precisely imprecise saves the peace even if it still confuses one’s mind.