The daily dozen of GI days has Ee-volved into the now where dogshit clean-up @ wake up, coffee, news, chow, break, flick(s), mail, shi-shower, jabes, meds, phew-w = on-call for who's-yer-dinger? It dramatizes the absolute need to make this the forever bar. Any veering from this perfect rendition of not-the-bent-hammer is worth reiterating which transcends repeating.

The knowledge that you're a stranger in paradise, that you're a tenured, satiated lucky paramour makes the daily expression of gratitude an antidote to any possibility of ennui.

If you're wondering too long about the past, it's just another way of saying it is well with my soul.