Well, “hear I sot,” close to supper time, a ramblin’ on as usual! Howdy, to all my “millions” of readers, who gave up the “Farcebook” scam to join me here!
I do not want to “hit a lick” at work tomorrow. How many of us, honestly, do?
On Tuesday, 10/1/2019, it was the usual after-work monthly chiropractor adjustment. It followed my monthly deep tissue massage on Saturday, 9/28/2019. I may be making s-l-o-w progress. We’ll see.
On Saturday, 10/5/2019, what do you know? I may have forced two Internet banking accounts to talk to each other and to transfer the green stuff, when I tell them to! So far, it’s a win! Also, in Russian, I left my youngest brother voicemails on his landline twice and on his cell phone once. No reply yet. I assume that his family and he were plinking and plunking along okay. (We're just over an hour's drive away, so I don't know.) Oh, how about my “Dawgs?” They beat them “thar” “Vowels” into the ground on their home field! “Dawgs,” you might want to start at full speed, even against a weak opponent, in the future. You’ve started slowly twice now. Get serious! (I have to tell my “Dawgs” a thing or two also!) Lastly, what do you know? We had a bit of thunder and some rain overnight. Is fall coming? We’ll see. Recently, we broke heat records from 1884. Papaw Ferrell was four years old then. I wonder what he did back then to cause “global climate change.” I need cool, fall weather to hike!
Sunday, 10/6/2019: Since yesterday, I’ve tried to impose myself into an upcoming debate, regarding Christ’s second coming. See my 10/5/2019 article. Some people have too much free time on their hands! Come soon, Lord, come soon! I took a good Epsom salts soak this morning just “for fun!” One of these days, maybe, my muscles and various muscle tissues will quit their pulling and tugging and leave me alone! Otherwise, I endure, day by day! Let’s go hike a ridge! It ain’t fun, moving about like a fine-tuned race car but with a busted suspension. I suppose that I will keep doing so until I die or the Lord returns. Return, dear Lord, soon!
Hey, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, I’m gettin’ hungry! When’s the vitals? Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya hear?
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