For me, the weekends are the hardest. Not because I’m lonely, like Charlie Rich, who sang that he made it all right from Monday morning to Friday night, but oh–those lonely weekends. No, I’m not lonely on weekends, if anything I have the opposite problem. Wherever I go there’s a walk-a-thon, a bike-a-thon, people tramping around, blocking public ways better used for normal non-charitable activities. If I go indoors, there’s a raffle, a silent auction, people raising money . . . always for
My Courageous Struggle With Preauricular Sinus
My Courageous Struggle With Preauricular…
My Courageous Struggle With Preauricular Sinus
For me, the weekends are the hardest. Not because I’m lonely, like Charlie Rich, who sang that he made it all right from Monday morning to Friday night, but oh–those lonely weekends. No, I’m not lonely on weekends, if anything I have the opposite problem. Wherever I go there’s a walk-a-thon, a bike-a-thon, people tramping around, blocking public ways better used for normal non-charitable activities. If I go indoors, there’s a raffle, a silent auction, people raising money . . . always for