silverrevolver

Exhausted, for some reason this week is wretched every year. Funny how as you age, after the cake and presents (sometimes punch too) are gone you are left with nothing but liquer and reflection. Much has happend this week, but all that seems to matter is the glass of single malt that Is my constant companion. Hopefullly I'lll get out of the funk by sunday....

How are y'all? Telll me good things about your lives.