"der Fledermaus"

Alas! I'm feeling much more like "DeFlated Maus" ... than der Fledermaus! No wind under these  bat-wings, today ... Anyhow ... Nothing like Strauss's Bat ...  Feeling, I fear, the Burn of the Fourth Quarter. And a burn there is to this getting on in years crap.

It wasn't GuntherDog showing his age or M's surgery or helping with her recovery that got to me ... just, I fear, the years ... my years. When I began these postings 3 years ago, it seemed kinda funny. "Playing in the Last Quarter! Yeah! I can do this forever." Well, today it feels like "not forever."

Two nights ago, had dream that included a house being blown off the shore ... under water. That's it. I am temporarily underwater. Wonder indeed, how Bernie Sanders keeps up the pace of running for POTUS. 

Bernie ... You're my hero. While all these clowns (excluding the Gov of Ohio) 

are playing seventh grade taunts, you just keep up a pace made for younger folk ...

and with a kind of Old-Guy-from-Brooklyn verve. 

Verve and Nerve ... 

that's the Old-Guy-from-Brooklyn RIGHT STUFF! 

Trump can't decide ifhe likes support from David Duke! 

Rubio intimates that Trump has a small trumpet! 

Huckabee is afraid to challenge Trump for ... well ... for being Trump! 

Cruz is getting off on spreading rumors!

And poor Dr. Carson ... can't tell what he's up to.

Considering the pace Sanders is keeping up, he'd be better off having a Cardiologist on stage for the debates rather than a Pediatric Neurologist ... just in case. Ben is better for the Nymph Infants on stage ... the Phucking Babies ... they could use some neurosurgery ... maybe a rostral leuchotomy ... hey, maybe a lobotomy? Trump, Cruz and Rubio playing in new release of the Living Dead!

But me? Little things are energically-speaking, bankrupting me, these days. Showed and discussed a movie (Radio Flyer) about child abuse, yesterday, to a bunch of friendly clinicians? ... came home tired. And the little stuff that I'm not supposed to sweat:

• Did the laundry? I fretted to myself about turning shirts inside out.
• Garbage day? Again!
• Peeling a Winter Squash? Maybe I need to sit down.
• Time to wake up, today? As my Hungarian Mother would say: Yoy, Ishtinem!

Any case ... I have every belief that I'll get my Old-Guy-Brooklyn-Mojo back ... but not today! Today, I'll have to live vicariously through Bernie! Hillary is likely to beat yer ass but ... yer all I got ... 

Go, Bernie, go!