Love

 So I am watching this John Prine at George Strombopoulis House concert (spell ?) this evening. Makes me smile and brings a tear to my eye every time I see it. 

Makes me want to eat. Amy asks if I want a snack. She makes this dip with yogurt, spinach and Noors vegetable mix...and we are out of Hawaiian rolls so I say " why don't we use the hot dog buns since we forgot to put them back when they didn't have the hot dogs at the store."

And I washed it down with vodka and apple juice. 

Why I feel bloated after eating a ranch ish and spinach flavored curdled milk product on processed bread mixed with an acidic catalyst, I don't know. 

But I feel like I'm living through the speed of the sound of loneliness and Sam Stone and have an even greater appreciation.

I am a true fan.

My wife is a saint.