I had hoped that I had fully used up my childlike need to write blogs about my monkey. But today's email exchange with my friend Jim forced me to give in.
Jim: I went out for a few beers with a couple of former co-workers last night. didn't think I drank much (or any more than usual), but wow, do I feel like crap this morning. We are old, Dave.
Dave: Yes, I know. That's one of the reasons that I try not to drink too much anymore, and instead do other things. With my monkey.
Jim: We're still old. No matter how your monkey makes you feel.
So true, Jim. So true.
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