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Friday, April 26, 2019

Telomeres don't fail me now

Thinking about writing a new song (w/ apologies to Little Feat), as I sit here in Baltimore still awaiting the egregiously late arrival of our moving van. Pondering the increasingly noticeable effects of the relentless stressors of the past few years (including this one).

I only think I'm still 18. 73 yr old Coot in Training. Who is this declining-muscle-tone, achy-breaky-back nascent geriatric staring back at me from the mirror? He looks like my late Pop.

Loving our new neighborhood, btw (the Baltimore city "Homeland" district). Everyone is so friendly.

More to come...

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