C Note(s)

So my constant PIC, WCP, will be driving me to my doctor's appointment for more and hopefully the last foot treatment for my wart. I wanted to put a positive spin on my upcoming limp in my walk so my snarky remark will be, "I'm becoming Keyser Söze." Yay, if you're not a movie buff, you won't get it either. And no ... I'm not explaining it. 'los; out

Several years ago, I was given unexpected bad news by my then-wife. She was cheating on me so she wanted a divorce. "Love" had punched a hole in my chest, ripped out my heart out, and with it still beating in its' grasp, broke my heart in my face. As I fell to my knees, I outstretched my arms to stop myself but the ground gave in below me. I tumbled into the abyss of depression, thus touching off the cycle of grief. The grieving the death of my relationship.  You see, I don't share this many, but as an adolescent I struggled and battled with depression. It wasn't diagnosed but 20 years later I'm confident it was. In fact, I believe it's why I love to entertain and make others laugh and feel good. I know what it's like to feel otherwise. I digress. Without a relationship, and a new perceived away of "Love", I had time to be alone with my thoughts. If you know me, and still reading this, this situation can be dangerous.  First item fo

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!" - Bret Harte Funny thing is this is a parody of the Maud Miller  (1856) poem written by John Greenleaf Whittier! At any rate, I designed a plan, executed it perfectly, and still had unplanned results which some were welcomed and others not so much. What was the plan? From The Hunt for Red October (1990): I'm not saying I'm Russian, but I usually don't act without a plan. Ask anyone who knows me. Since I decided to not take a self-guided photography tour of  Central Washington, and the Palouse area specifically, my time away from the office would need to be optimized if I wanted to feel relaxed. I changed gears to make it a productive staycation. The past days I've spent focused on organizing, and packing my crib. Yes, it's only a one bedroom apartment but it wasn't fully moved in therefore some aspects of it were a hot-damn mess. As of yesterday afternoon,