Merry Christmas this extremely cold day in Cleveland. Yes, my dad died a week, ago. No one else in my family died since then. This is but a mixed bag this thing called life.
While we sorrow and worry and try to keep our asses warm here in Cleveland, I can't help but push and lift one leg after another, walking like a popsicle into the minute after minute that just was before me, now an immediate past, now a memory, now wondering what the hell happened, now drinking my coffee, now into only an automatic session that the navigator put on automatic pilot.
