Runs in a Pack

FD Thornton - Jekyll Island

It’s hard to believe it’s damn near noon time already. I got up early then I went back to sleep so I’m just getting up to take my medicine and post a story. Today it is windy and cool, but it’s still damp and rainy due to low pressure moving up the coast. So I just got back from the store, spending what little money I have left on junk food for the weekend. I know. I know. It’s hard times out there for us on a fixed income. But every once in a while you got to feed that addiction that keeps you sane.

I’m taking a break from my usual 1000 word a day writing project, to just sit here and talk to no one in particular. I guess I could do like my Granny and talk to the furniture or the coffee pot. But these days, with all the confessions I’ve already made. It’s best I just act like I’m talking to you. As I’ve said on many an occasion, we are a tribal bunch, and we were not made to be alone. From the very beginning of Judeo-Christian thinking we were created to commune with God. And even if you don’t believe any of that, you got to admit the human animal usually runs in a pack. 

So I guess the point I’m trying to make while CSI:NY blares through my office walls is. You don’t have to be alone. Somewhere out there is someone that understands and gets where you are coming from. You may not believe it or even think you want it. But they’re out there, thinking about you. Wondering what you’re doing right now, rather you realize it or not. I got to believe that, because if not? Then there really is no hope…for you or me.