There's days when words flow like water from the mountains, and other days a mere wellspring from deep within the desert. Today they flow forth from a tap. City plumbing at its finest. Which means I don't have much to say that wouldn't be too commercial. So I'll tell you of an experience commercial it was indeed. It happened tonight when the time was just right for both of us to feed. Believe it or not it was KFC and there Tuesday night Country Fried Chicken special. Now this is something my wife and I like and on occasion remember what night it is. My wife got her chicken fried and relished every drop, I got their new grilled chicken. A breast and a leg and much to my surprise and delight KFC on my list just went up a couple of pegs. The flavor was excellent, the spicing superb, I loved the lack of grease and goo, it was so good that I shared like I should with the love of my life, my wife, she too thought that this chicken was hot and lived up to the ads that we've seen. It's not very often you see this happen. You get just what they advertise. But give it a try and like Sharon and I. I think you'll really be pleased.

Now these days and I guess it's the same for everyone that's dying for sure. Eating and sleeping monopolize my days and makes me wish there were more. I sleep so much I try to stay in touch with those important to me. I watch the news to see that which is relevant and that which is just propaganda and here it comes my wife doesn't like it when I say just how I feel. But most of what you see in the news is just pure shitt and none of it's real. Now I've got my one profane word in perhaps she won't be too angry, but I am going to go to bed and lay down my head and see just how soon she will join me.

God Bless you all,
Ken the afterlife messenger