Still down with a fever, sick as a wet feline, and wondering, could it be the Water in this old place?

 

When your consistently ill, and yet haven't been out much, have you ever thought, hey it might be the water? Seems I get sick after drinking a bunch of water whilest constructing my graphics and writing radio copy. It just dern near kills me. Glad that by end of this coming week, will not be here, but in Arco Idaho. Yup, guy who had the inexpensive place up there relented and decided to rent me a studio, for a tenth of what I'm paying now. Just got to sniff out internet and all, then its green, not lean for me. 

Looks as though our Wyoming Charter Prez, Rick, has got him a new squeeze. Hope it works out for him. Ain't my business, except I care about him, and the last one he had destroyed a newer model Chevy Impala my cousin gave me that was her Dads. Should have traded em the Stratus and kept the Impala. 

Having a fever of near 103 constantly with little of a break, feeling tired as a rundown car battery, able, just not as swooft. Between Goody's Powders, a few shots of Jack, and lots of sleep, is what has kept me alive. 

Now the big doins.

With a suggestion, from Jonny, He says why not look up the Dads Facebook page and you might find her. Of course, I'm talking about Peggy. 

I can remember her, from the word go. Just had transferred from Layton Elementary to Crestview. In Miss, Alex's classroom, and sitting way in the back, at a reading circle table, in the smallest chair was her. My eyes locked in on hers, and up until we moved here, we was dern near inseparable. Didn't matter what event, gathering, anything, if she wasn't beside me, I could hear that little cough she always had and could zero in on her, like Steve Austin The 6 Big dollar rip off. 

Ever since we parted ways at Snow College, haven't been able to connect, mostly out of fear of rejection, the rest, just not knowing where to look. Until yesterday. 

Here are the 2 High School, pics of her, 

 

and here is what she looks like now

That Angel just won't or can't get old or fugduggly. Once settled the old Wolf here is going out on the prowl. If, it's the last thing I do, I'm going to find her, and have a sit down with her. Of course, sure I know she's hitched and all, and considering my place in the race of life, I would never try to convince her to move in with me nor get hitched to me, but just to see her, speak with her and all. Once that's done, our dear Savior can then feel more than welcome to call me home and I jump off this miserable planet. I truly do not want to be here, I don't want to wake up EVER, but my mission of life won't truly be complete until I get to see her again at least once. 

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