This morning, before work, actually, On my way to work, I’m stopping by the grocery store. I have a list.

Last night I got a call out of the blue from a really good friend who was on the USS Brewton with me. Tango Whiskey Sierra. More than 35 years since we last spoke.

More and more of my friends are retired. No retirement in sight for me. Not ever. None of my pensions are worth a crap. I gonna have to take half a day vacation time for my own funeral, then it’ll be back to work. This covid thing going on make me think I wouldn’t enjoy retirement anyway.

Speaking of back to work, I gotta go, via the grocery store.

Have a good day