MY DEMENTED DIARY

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Today we celebrate the birthday of Patsy Cline, born in 1932. Another singer prematurely snuffed in a plane crash.

Well, folks, Labor Day is over. Nothing happened. At least not to me. I suppose I'll read about stuff that happened to other folks when the local hillbilly weekly rag comes out on Wednesday.

Oh by the way, everybody oughta do crossweird puzzles. They do wonders for your mental health. This, for instance:

A hungry old man at the zoo
Has decided to dine with the gnu.
There's no telling, he said,
What I'm apt to be fed,
But whatever it is, it will do.

There, folks! Isn't that just lots more sane and rational than what our politicians are doing to the country and the world?

So anyhow, today I've got an appointment with the village medicine man. I hope he finds lotsa stuff wrong with me this time. I'm getting tired of these wasted appointments where he declares me to be in perfect health, a fact I coulda discerned for myself.

Happy Tuesday!

OrneryPest