Always listen twice when you hear a person say "I don't give a shit what anybody thinks about the way I ___". Cut a little slack if it's coming from an old guy. You do a little disengagement from social to allow complete responsibility for something important in your realm. The connection is as strong as the last repair so keeping a watch might prevail over dive feet first. When you want something so bad that you are inspired to overcome your instincts and trust your action plan, it's a little shade of all in. The resulting conversations sometimes moscato-twinged but always revealing guide the full sail part of the day.

Lingering in the checkout line associating first class with lunch turns out prophetic. The extra spinach and feta and the shrimp rotini with pine nuts and olives turned the trick. More like tantric than red meat sex. Cookieboralicious by the golden hands of my darling hackysack.

When the body requests some full attention a little more of that slack is appreciated. The improvements are tangible - less pharma more charma, some O with the MG and 9s reign on 911.