A Thread

Things are hanging by the proverbial thread. Heading to Taco Beach for much needed libations & … well, tacos. I seem to be playing phone-tag w/ two e-harmonettes and seeing a bit less of you-know-who than I care for. She’s good about keeping me abreast of the latest development re: pending divorce etc., but here I am for the second or third Friday existing as if I were a “freeman.”

I can honestly say that I’m not craving the kind of continuous devotion that requires that I lock the bathroom door in order to get some privacy, but when I can’t remember how many Friday’s it’s been, this is not good. JBB