The things you do for love, some say they're too numerous, too surface skimming no matter how you try to express it. Portraying the lead in your own script using stream instead of rewrite at least puts you on this path. It's time warped by love and it's air cushioned for moment by moment impressions blanched from the ambiance.

Hold on - - - blanched by ambiance, oh, it rolls off the tongue. This isn't what we're trying to resurrect going forward. Success is the goal can't find the hole, so what is it? Do we ever stop seeking success in life? Now I've dropped to SITC-level.

Let's put all the pieces on a circle - - pandemic, cancer, lust new car thoughts, cremation vs. funeral, drip system upgrade, shenanigans - - - time to move along.

Forty-five trips to the burn-then-yearn, is there any way to accomplish this without exasperation setting in?

Scenerios:
get a bike
take a cab
drive yourself
rinse/repeat.

There was a time when actinic keratosis was the problem. Nailed that. I've got my love to keep my ass from falling off to put on a smile when lights are dimming.