I...

promised posting, but stuff keeps happening.

Mom's surgery going well is the first -good- news I've had in weeks. Just got back from the hospital. She's doing fine.

I don't really care about much at this point. Except people. And a person. Everything else can rot. Blogging, work, money, stuff. I'm sick of stuff. I'm materially...well off, and improving now. I don't look it, and I drive a POS car now (that gets damn good mileage.) I don't care about things. Or money. I give the stuff away. Oh, and I'm about to go out and goof off a lot. Why? Because I can, and I have a lot of kooky things in mind for my largess. Returning to the Emersonian impromptu lifestyle. It's been a year since the last time I attempted that. It's gonna be better this time, not being broke and all.

Yeah, I understand the reasons why certain things are happening or have happened. Meh.

As Vonnegut said, "so it goes."