Time is master always.

As an entire year has passed and I have grown to love every single person I ridiculed in my former posts. Mary Beth is, in fact, one of the kindest most open hearted people I have in my entire life met. Barbara the older lady across the street who knows more about my past than I do as I have selective memory is my good friend who's paper I bring in when the weather is bad and whom I run into at the Botanic Gardens in the nice weather days, of which there are precious few here.

Ok sentiment has to end, boy child wants to play in the mud. Writing ceases.

I hope to catch up with time, but is always catching me.