I try not talking too much, as for some odd reason I just can’t stop. Anyway, as I get older and I know it will only get worse, help or no help (mamma’s don’t let your babies grow up doing extreme physical labor, heh. A little pun from an old song I know), but as I age any time I can get my mind to accomplish anything, even this odd little comic, is a joy. I’ve always been an extremely active individual, either researching, programming, cooking, gardening, biking, hiking, etc etc etc, and the resting, holy halibuts, does the “resting” drive me insane, Hah!
I’m still a nut, an all around weirdo, and a major goofball. I just have to be extremely careful and not let him out to play, Hah!
Yeah, that’s one thing I found out. The more I keep my mind preoccupied the…erm…easier isn’t right…better isn’t right, either…The more I can bear it, heh. (which, if anyone ever notices all the "heh"s, "hah"s, O_os, and all the other odd little eccletics…whatever those terms are…then be assured I’m in a good place, 
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What got me to think about doing this is a young waitress I met while piloting oversize down in Enid, Ok. She had breast cancer and talked often of the meetings and other charitable contributions she was involved with.
I knew I’d probably never have the money, energy, and the mental state to pull off anything that way, so I decided to attempt this comic as a way for those like me to have a release. At least that’s my hope. I will have to do some cheerier stuff (I’ve got one in mind so far).
I still don’t get any help around the house, but since the kids have moved out, there is less to do. So that gives me more time to find out what I’m good at…
Aand I’ve talked too much…
I’m a little teapot short and stout.
Here’s my handle, there’s my spout.
Tip me over and hear me shout.
