At the moment, I am losing it. I guess I like losing it. I just had a silly thought that for some reason seemed funny to me. I just thought, “Oh woe is me, I think that I might perhaps kick the bucket.” I’m not sure why I’m laughing at that. I don’t really think that. At least not now anyway. Maybe my brain kicked into irreverent mode or something. I guess it’s that comedic influence on my higher being or power. I don’t know, I guess maybe I feel like the traveler in the Robert poem, “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. And with thoughts of winter, I am now thinking that winter is a part of my life of the past, but I wish to always remember and appreciate it as though I was seeing it through the eyes of Robert Frost. Ok that’s really nice, but I think I lost the funny part. Maybe it will come back to me when I have anot...