Shrimp's good

Blinking. Blink, blink, blinky, blink.

Keyboard. Screen. Full battery. Empty mind.

Can't think, wait... what time do I have to be at my appointment tomorrow? What about after that? Is there gas in my vehicle?

Can't think. Full Battery. Full mind, too full.

Rollie-pollies, hotels, schedules, wife, wife, wife, kids, food. Am I still hungry? No, groceries, bills, bills, what time is it? Politics, news, personal issues, world series, world cup soccer (yeah, I know but true...I'm thinking about it), can or should I reuse a previous blog? Yes! NO!! Well, perhaps if I rewrite it. What time was it?

My daughter and I saw a man choke tonight at dinner. Then we saw another man become a lifesaver. Really. It was interesting. It used to mean something to save a life. Hey! You!! The man who saved another man today!! GOOD FOR YOU!! I saw you! And so did my daughter! You are a hero! We haven't forgotten, yet.

I wonder what's going through the mind of the man who was choking, not while he was choking but now. Right now. What are you thinking right now? What about your wife, what's she thinking? The shrimp was pretty good.

Forty-one this month, aging but not old, yet. Does that give me instant credibility? Respectability? It shouldn't. But I hope so. You can't go back. Don't want to. I would like to turn off the fast-forward though. The Button is broke. Can't slow down. More gray hair. The old men were wrong. It does not suck to get old. Not yet, but then I don't need glasses, yet.

I look forward to meeting my grandchildren. From me a nation can grow and that is the only immortality and reincarnation that I know of. Isn't it good enough?

What time is it? Does writing this kind of thing make me feel better? Does reading it make you feel better? I hope yes to both but if it makes you feel better then that will do it for me. I hope, but then I am not a lifesaver.

Movie's on. When I was a boy you had to go to the movies or wait for Saturday. They were on all day and night Saturday but you had seen them already. Not anymore. It's a little distracting, makes it hard to write about writing being hard with a movie on.

Money? Not right now. That's alright, been poorer than I am right now. Been richer too. Can't really tell which one I'm meant to be. Time will tell.

Time will tell all. Time. Time is distance did you know that? Think about it. If you don't know you can ask, I'll tell you what I think about that. How far have you, we, I come?

Time. One man has a little farther to go tonight. What time is it?

Blink, blink, blinky, blink. Blinking.

Battery's full still. The cord's been plugged in the whole time. Time.