Only One Life

If I had to say there was something I had that I could only live once, it would be a life. Most people would say, "get a life," to which I would say, "Get two, to go." I know. None of this makes any sense. But whatever.

I accidentally pocket dialed Ken Bradshaw today. He called me back about ten minutes later, and I had to have an awkward and unscripted conversation with him this morning. Neither of us had been doing anything, except he had been hunting this morning "in the land of the ice and snow" and had no luck.

I hadn't even done that. I left work about 9:00 and the truck broke down. I limped it back and got another truck and finished everything from there on. I had such a boring day. For lunch I ate a chicken sandwich and read the newspaper. I saved the sports section to read during the game tonight. I hope I don't forget it. I need to set it out to make sure. I start every sentence with "I", almost.

I'm very cold also.

But don't give up now. You have only one life.