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So much, so many, so distended.... It's beyond my ability to think about how long it's been since the last post - yes, the total asshole has somehow managed to fool some of the people all of the time and is back in residence, this time armed to the rotten teeth with all branches of the goverment ridiculously listening and kootowing to his whims and fantasies, as he goes about his agenda of destroying this country. Perhaps enough rejection of stupidity will command the needed few required to halt his madness, but with the present state of corruption this commits to dream. Will this US of A survive this onslaught? Time will tell, but it doesn't look good.

And, let's give passing comment on my own travails - not travels, although I've had a few in the interim. But the list of turmoils and torments and afflictions seems more pressing - I haven't looked over the past posts, but if I haven't mentioned it, I have multiple myeloma, which is a cancer, and am being treated so far successfully. But, (it needs a spreadsheet) I've had a series of extended periods in the hospital for varied cataclysms to my health. First to mention is a bout of chicken pox - like the bone marrow transplant, I was a month in the hospital and it took a week before they knew that's what I had. Then they needed to outfit themselves in full hazmat togs.

Then, pneumonia. Another month. Several needed treatments, including drainage and horrific episodes, since I was bedridden, of diarrhea, and no response was ever quick enough to control it. Yeah, good times. Presently, I'm again in stir with a rather interesting if dastardly infection in my right foot. And, most of the time I'm just hanging around waiting for them to actually do something. Yeah, good times.

My other thoughts at this point - I return to that pensive realm as I continue to hope I last long enough to remember what my mother, who was prone to offbeat and quirky phrases and terms, called the sort of wonderfully clear, blue, and cloudless sky that we're quite enjoying today, after a bout of heavy snow and sleet. The only thing that comes to my mind and idiot memory is 'bombardier sky' which cannot possibly be correct. She was a Rhode Island native, and they already have strange and individual terms for many things, but she also had an as quirky mother, dear Elena, which might be where she happened upon calling a urination 'making a puddle'.

Anyway, like I said, I hope to have some sort of revelation about her love of the clear blue sky, and her distinct name for it.