The Bulbs are Blooming in Boston

I’ve never been to Bean Town, but I bet it’s nice to have flowers blooming in December. Indian Summers are one of the neat things about this planet and I think we should embrace them…or at the very least give them a good pat on the back.

I’ve got a headache and I’m dealing with a chest-tighteening squirrel underneath my rib cage. The little rodent is angry and beating the hell out of my insides. I have a few guesses why. I’m not sure I really want to get into them. In fact, I don’t.

So, I think I’m going to muse on my new imaginary friend, Quackers. The regular RER reader will recall Quackers. He popped up as I toyed with the idea of wearing a duck on my head to cover up any gray streaks. Then I got to thinking…it would be really funny for me to have an animated duck riding around on my noggin all the time. He’d hop off and do other things when I really need to look presentable. But, during the daily grind, he’d ride along, his little orange feet kicked up on my forehead, maybe sipping on some fruity boat drink. He might eavesdrop on my private conversaions and offer insight and advice when necessary. I think he’s a smart duck.

I’ve got a lot to be smiling about. My wife and friends made my birthday a great one. I’m going to see my family in a week and a half. I’m still alive and that’s a good thing.

Still frustrated though. Gotta find a way to have Quackers take care of some of my more frustrating issues.

I’d just like to hear him say…”My name’s Quackers. I take care of problems.”