That was too easy-peasy

The call to get enrolled with a MCP didn't take even fifteen minutes, and I chose the recommended CareSource. Typical of myself I forgot to ask about the stack of med bills I seemed to have collected, and what to do about them. [whacks upside of own head]

Of the past which we see in a rear-view mirror

If one hasn't notice from my ever changing layout; in which I can't seem to stay with one style/color scheme to satisfy me for anything longer than the half life of a dayfly, that I added a link to my Facebook page that I just added yesterday. Why on this crazy planet did I even think of going with the herd? Primarily to stay in touch with family, even though I live a bit over a football field's length away from one sibling.

This isn't about that, but finding a past friend from the old campus BOHS days is still alive and everything. Mr. P as I will refer him to, was a fellow musician of the a little clique I was part of. In fact I was the guitarist (for a lack of better phrasing) in a garage project of his until I moved to CLE back in '77. He was the bassist in the whole thing, owning a reasonable but nameless Jazz bass copy. Right now, we are catching up, 140 characters max, over the past 32 years. He knows about my current medical state, and sends well-wishes.

I gotta post this, as I must reboot the yaptop.