Greg Wigren "OOB" Alaska
He's baaaacckkkk. Whatever brain fart my computers had toward the few groups I belong to, seemed to have passed. Whatever, at least part of me feels better. Still feel like chit, this is one nasty virus, seemed to have succeeded keeping it out of my lungs, and therefore survivable. Foggy, cold and dank. Seems out of place, yet really not unusual, part of the city borders Cook Inlet. Bound to get foggy next to salt water, especially after a long rain. Damn, its good to be back.
Missing Friday's D.O.S. certainly isn't the end of the world, but it definitely is part of my world. I lovingly give you part of me as often as I'm moved. Blessed with somehow having the right words, at least most of the time. Betting on the fact many live a life full of dragons. That one was a doozy as dragons go. That Dragon gets a capital "D" for a lot of reasons. Life's a giant Whack-A-Mole, but the Dragon taught us Defeat did not exist. Many learned they were not alone and not so Different. We've Decided to stay because we learned in our toughest time, we were never alone, nor could we allow another to be alone. It was Determined there was a strength and bond not easily broken. No one really thought about what Do we Do when it's all said and Done? We continue to Do what we've learned to Do. We Dance to the music our love for one another creates. It works, no need to fix a Damn thing. Sweetest of Dreams, seize the Day, whatever order suits the timing. We live because we Dared to Dream. Peace, Oldhair.
