Did my walk this morning. Gonna do some heavy rep light weight work and then have a beautiful vegan lunch of gucamole enchildas, steamed broccoli, and spincach….topped off with a fresh bowl of rasperries. Dr. Greger would be proud of me.
That paragraph I wrote last night stuck with me all through my walk. I can’t get that paragraph out of my mind.
‘I had to put my soulmate lab Pauli to sleep, my younger brother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s, and my doctor told me to get my affairs in order.’
You know what that is? I’ll tell you what it is…it’s the genisis of a bonafide country music top five hit if I can convince Billy Currington to sing it.
I mean, if that’s not straight from a Dan Jenkins love story romance like Dead Solid Perfect I don’t know what is.
Maybe a love story novel to go with it.
I’ve finshed the non-fiction saga I’ve been working on… ‘Mullet King: The Mike Gundy – Boone Pickens Saga.’ I’m going to wait a bit to prologue it though given Michael Gundy just this past week at the Big 12 media week gala picked his very own O State Cowboys to win the Big 12 the last year OU and Texas play in the conference.
I mean…for my story, I couldn’t concoct a better ending. We’ll see how that goes.
That’s a lot of hubris from Mike Gundy. I love it. Why did it take twenty years to peak though?
In my mind, I’m already singing along with Billy Currington…’Sometimes Life is Hard.’
Have a great Wednesday.
I’ll do the Jordy Ball thing tonight unless the Feds jail the human debris junk bond aka as Donald Trump tonight.
Peace.