“And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right
The Beatles, Fixing a Hole
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don’t get in my door.”
Today’s adventure includes repairs on my physical, and metaphorical, roof. It’s also the feast day of Mary Magdalene, and almost a full week since turning 55. My full initiation into Cronedom has been mighty interesting.
Not to leave y’all hanging, but it’s difficult to write when it sounds like elephants walking on your roof.
Until next time…