The consequence of just showing up maybe is bolder than how you show up. Stacking arms too early runs counter to "never stop working" (Helen Gurley Brown's hubby) and "just keep moving" (sister). The productivity the past 20years is absent any medal ceremonies. So that could be stated as all your 50s and 60s are summed up in just being a boyfriend as if that's a waste. Could've fed the hungry, could've cured the 'heimers - but no, all I've done is just boyfriend shit. You know, looking at rejuvenated cushions as I write this, boyfriends sometimes do tangibles. So what?

Boyfriend suns himself before a Caesar shower and flies upstairs only to land on the massage table. Zen like extensions led to paradise bed of incredible closet material. Exuberance as Greenspan would apply with playover of better song than Band from Big Pink (too been done). Maybe Take This Waltz. The craziness quotient apparently is inside the comfort zone so this is inking in the boundaries from yesterday's JBFd.