… to write but this mind of mine can’t store it long enough for me to type it.

This week has been a disaster. A few mental meltdowns that combined have been nearly crippling physically. I’m living in a world that is simply too complicated for me. Enough of reality.

I had a pretty relaxing time with Bulleit today at the end of the road looking at the river and Mom. We left probably an hour prior to sunset but we arrived at 1pm-ish so some quality time was spent with a pretty tremendous view. I think Bulleit may have needed it as much as I as he didn’t seem to mind sitting in the shade with a cool breeze blowing. I read some Hemingway and dined on a few Pop tarts. The good stuff don’t you know.

Well here starts the part where I seem to have forgotten much of what I wanted to write about. I wish this wouldn’t always happen. /

Marty, you really need to get your act together.