What’s The Question?

YOU TELL ME

I’ve Given The Correct Answers Below … 

“Yes, They’re Arbitrary.  Despotic, C’mon Now Don’t Be Like That?  Random Enough.”

Your Turn To Be The Q.

… Shouldn’t Be Hard.  G’Head, Don’t Be Shy.  … Ask The Questions Like No One’s Reading?

 

1) THE ANSWER IS …

“… Because It Felt Good At The Time, That’s Why.”

2) THE ANSWER IS …

” … Anyway, I Didn’t Know The Guy Was A Real Cop.”

3) THE ANSWER IS …

” … True.”

4) THE ANSWER IS …

” … Because I Thought This Stuff Stayed In Vegas.”

5) THE ANSWER IS …

“… I Swear It Looked Ripe To Me.”

 

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50 Tips For Coping With Isolation (by Some Kind of 50)

HEY, FOLKS

Figured I’d Try Something New And Share The Love … Blogger-Style …   

The Post Below – 50 Tips For Coping with Isolation – Comes Courtesy Of Karen Harding from SOMEKINDOF50.

“It’s Cool.  You’ll Like It.  Thank Karen.”

Peace.  Love.  Blessings (Any Order)

Michael Kuch

 

What strange times we find ourselves in. A few months ago, none of us had heard of Covid-19 or Coronavirus, but its impact on all of us over just a few short weeks has been staggering. 1,721 more words

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The 7 Or Was It 9 Of Us?

WALK INTO A BAR

Stop.  Back Up.  To The Beginning …  

Okay, we didn’t actually get in to the bar.  Not on the first couple of attempts.  That would’ve been way too easy.  Of course, My Brethren don’t Do Easy easily.

Epic Fails also isn’t our thing.  And, No is never an option.  Such was the elevated conundrum in imminent need of a viable solution.  Then again, collectively-speaking, we had 3 Undeniably “Jealous Much?” Essential Things Going For Us: Continue reading “The 7 Or Was It 9 Of Us?”

Sunday Is My Unday

SLEEP AVOIDED ME THIS WEEK

Mind Chatter – Background Noise Of Discontent – Pre-empted And Derailed All Hope Of Resting … 

A Good Night’s Sleep was something I couldn’t even dream about.  How’s that for poetic irony?

Malaise crept in.  Focus slipped out.  I drifted into a numb trance.

… Uncertainty filled the void, anchored by Worry and Thoughtless Thoughts.  Continue reading “Sunday Is My Unday”