October 1, 2022

Each day gets longer; extended fatigue corrupts my sanity. I don’t remember the details leading to the end of September, but I recall that feeling of despair.

Coolio died at age 59.

My daughter and her friends were at a music festival Friday night and received date rape drugs in their drinks. She thinks one of the bartenders spiked their alcohol.

It’s October, the beginning of an ending.

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