Well, it’s my birthday. 70 is the number, but it’s just a number; but it’s doing a number on me and I feel number in my extremities, –deaf and numb, blind eye looks really blind, lately it’s turned blonde, with a hint of the redhead in it..from the blood. So I look like a replicant! (one eye at least). And it’s the warmest December 9 on record. They always say that but it’s got to be close, to a record high for this time of year in Big Bear; as daylight approacheth,APPROACHETH! Yes, Computer, I know you don’t like older English and you want to change it to APPROACHES. Well..tough! You can just have to live with it as I have to live with all my issues, blood in my dead eyeball, stuff on my kidneys and all these chemicals they drip in my veins, ostensibly, to make it go away; hearing loss, stents, here and there, hear? and more pills to make that work. Plus the hernia’s. And I got rid of all my ROYAL portable’s so when I’m trying to draft a poem on a computer I can’t hear myself think..CLACK! CLACK! CLICKETY-CLACK! Don’t type back, –yes, one thing about these tech-marvels, the computers, they make it easy to go back in and fix or improve what you wrote; or add a note! Note (to self): Don’t forget to praise the LORD! but I do miss the typewriter noise because it always made me feel like I was really doing soem==meth..so,SOMETHING! something important; because of the key-clicks! when you hear that you know some real writing is getting accomplished; until you stop ten or fifteen pages in and read what you wrote, –then it’s the circular file and start over, “My goodness!” Well, anyway, in spite of good ink and paper going to waste, I just want to wish my poet/self a very Happy Birthday, on this December 9, in the year of our LORD, 2024..HALLELUJAH! ~c. P-s: God bless