This predictive text stuff is annoying me. No, I wasn’t trying to title this entry as “Twenty Years.”

The show last night was fun. Food at the bar was good.

But today is a day of being finished, and relaxing.

I’m happy I finished.

I still need to listen to and write the latest ep of Notes of a Goon over on Back At Again.

But, at the same time, I’m ready to rest, too.

I have no idea what’s going on with the new days. I’m looking forward to the fall. Maybe there’ll be a place where I can take a breath.

Then write again in November.

Looking forward to the fall. Sounds like there’s a few hot days ahead, but I’m ready to relax. Some.

(And, perhaps out of habit, I was looking for news, but, no, I’m stopping. We’re finished. Happy birthday to me in a few hours.)