No…

I don’t like this one either. It’s not even a record of the rise and fall of Mickey Moondust, or the Crash and Burn of the Right Reverend El Bonobo Bandito. It’s just used candy wrappers with crayon crawling blowing down an empty street that is half buried with sand…

Still not in the habit of blogging like I used to

I think the impending Psych Intervention I am investigating, working on, was enough of a distraction to derail it

Jesus H. Christ on a Rubber Crutch! I haven’t posted since Buddy Died

And that was six months ago. Sheesh. And yeah, it’s been six months of HELL since then. And I have resumed my unpaid Job of being a Medical Adovate, this time Storm’s (again) while my friend Sundi recovers from being Robert’s Advocate for 11 years, up until the day he finally lost his battles with his various terminal illnesses, but not the one he thought was going to kill him: AIDS. He was surviving that. He had survived Liver Cancer. But it was a 2 year battle with a bizzare and rare Fast Growing Sinus Cancer that only 3 other people had ever had, that finally did him in…after two different rounds of Chemo and Radiation. Sunday, Halloween, was his Birthday. Last year we didn’t think he was going to make it to that day…but was zooming along thru Xmas and New Years…only In February did he start to fall apart…when all had seemed to be going well toward full remission. The official word that he was terminal came on my Birthday in Mid March…and he died in the last half hour of my dead Father’s birthday at the end of the month…just missing being the worst local April Fools Prank ever (news of his death did not go out until the 2nd, to avoid such misunderstandings). Since Robert Died, since Buddy Died after that, it’s been a totally other world…with Storm finally getting real treatment for her Migraines, and a new Pug Rescue rescued Pug coming into our lives: this one with all four legs, but her kooter had fallen out: she was an escaped slave from a Puppy Mill, some where in south Riverside County.