BLOGGADOCIOUS 222
by Danny Maness
Sunday and me used to sing together in sweet harmony...or is it Sunday and I that went together like ice cream and apple pie...oh, I don't know why, but it's not a lie!
Lately, Sunday's feel just the same as the other days all filled with pain, especially when it rains, and Benji Boo calls out my name, to take him for walk.
Even Benji has been very sick, each night we watch him like a hawk, he had 13 seizures the other night, is that medicine working, or is that just talk?!
I guess that since I'm retired, Sundays mean far less, this used to be the only day when I felt free from stress, but now since every day looks like the one before, Sundays aren't the special thrill to this guy, anymore.
The problem could be I worry too much, about bills, and health, and things, as a child I worried not about all that living brings, the food was on the table, the health was in my bones, I had a roof up over my head, and I never felt alone.
Oh, the things that I would change, if I could do it over again, I'd use my brain, and be more kind to family and friends.
Seriously, does it matter? If I altered the "Great Plan",
