Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a minute since my last confession.

I asked my dad what afflicted meant and he said 'Sickness son, and things that don't fit.'

I say, Billy, what’s the use in playing croquet when you’re doomed? He says, Frankie, what’s the use of not playing croquet when you’re doomed?

I've been writing in notebooks for 40 years or so.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a minute since my last confession.

I told her tea bags were just a convenience for people with busy lives and she said no one is so busy they can't take time to make a decent cup of tea and if you are that busy you don't deserve a decent cup of tea for what is it all about anyway? Are we put into this world to be busy or to chat over a nice cup of tea?

Keep scribbling! Something will happen.