Last night I went to bed with an unidentifiable feeling that this morning at 5.40am I identified.
With both my parents dead, I now feel alone.
Not lonely, alone.
Then, almost immediately, I thought to myself, hmm, maybe I could foster an orphaned child, who would also be feeling alone.
My dear friend Joe Pasquale thought it not a good idea when I mentioned it this morning at breakfast.
'For god's sake,' he said, 'the adoption agency would take one look at you and your past and wouldn't even give you a gold fish to look after.'
Today’s good thing was a visit to the Art Vault to talk about a possible residency there for January and february next year.
The good wolf dines well on this goal.
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