When I was downstairs there

were these 3 ladies gathering around by the office. One of them had their little puppy with her. They were talking how 3 of the residents here lost their spouse this month. Anne and I are at that age. Thing is we could go at anytime. Me especially what with my diabetes. These senior homes are like meat markets, in alive, out in death. Just the way things go. I just hope I can last long enough to get my 25 year lodge pin and maybe long enough to see the Oilers win a Stanley Cup. I don't care about Mary. That's all for now.