..but on occasions artful and dodgy I guess.
I mean - if this is my testament to whatever - how do I edit it? Do I edit it?
Not sure what it is tonight. Suppose I'll know when I read it in the morning. Will try not to delete because of course it will always have a truth.
Tonight - a bottle of red wine and lots of wandering about the house. Some work on a poem I started after I was first taken ill on the train. Nearly done I think. Problys publish it here tomorrow.
Finally a walk outside to post this letter. My form to the hospital about the colonoscopy on Thursday
But I still don't really know what I think - let alone feel - about it. ( I think you said something different this morning - Ed)
But of course Lenny Cohen came to the rescue:
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between I guess
Goodnight.
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