Back in the seat with my pants driving.
Licensed to spill I’m nursing a mug of JD like it’s the elixir of life.
Which is suitably ironic as I feel like I’m knocking on Deaths door.
– Should have installed a Ring doorbell?
Not 100% sure where I’ve been but the GPS is telling me I’m home-sweet-home. I’ve thrown out some shoes and walked a lot of miles of late.
I’m doubtful and cumbersome. My thoughts feel laborious.
I’m a mad scientist minus the IQ.