My brother Russell would have been thirty-six today. Wild. It’s hard for me to imagine him at that age. Ticking over on the other side of his thirties, forties looming. lol. It’s definite a time of transition…though that’s true of any age, really, to be honest. Life comes at you fast.
Happy Birthday bro. I miss you. But thinking about your birthday is always a pleasant thought. Certainly a day of celebration.
Past couple days writing-wise have been frustrating. But, I’m back at it tomorrow. And Friday. And that will put me in good position regardless. Whew!
Night night.