I don’t know that I have 99 problems but I might have 72 and about a third are probably serious enough to warrant attention.
Out of that third there is a smaller number that require immediate attention but we are not here to do higher math so I won’t tell you how many that works out to be.
I’ll just way the bigger ones are big enough to be troublesome, irksome and worrisome, as in they have affected my sleep a bit.
And maybe my hair, but that is sort of questionable.
Is It Time To Panic?
I am not really the kind of man who does so, but there is a general feeling that now might be the time to do so.
Really the reason for this post is because it helps to clear my head and clarity is of paramount importance.
That is ‘cuz that old bastard Frankie Fear is hanging around and his voice carries a little more weight now than normally.
But being a shoot from the hip and swing for the fences kind of guy I am going to do my best to be the hero in my own story.
No one else is going to rescue me, might as well be the guy who does it.
Would be nice to have a sidekick or an Alfred to get some help from.
Ultimately things will work out because I make them work, but damn sometimes it isn’t easy.