There

I'm fighting something.

I suppose we all are.

It's creating a bit of of a fog in my brain.

So this musing might be a bit off.

Or, maybe, better than all the rest.

I know what you're thinking.

He's just stalling again.

Trying to find the right words to say.

Because he's got no idea.

Wrong.

I know exactly what I want to say.

It just hasn't yet been conveyed to my fingertips.

But it's coming.

...

I will share a joke my daughter told me.

Reader, will you remember me?

Yes.

Reader, will you always remember me?

Of course. Why are you asking this?

Oh, you'll see. Knock knock.

[Sigh.] Who's there?

Reader...Did you already forget!?

😃

It's much better when she tells it.

Because instead of Reader she says Daddy, but in a way that stretches out the word. 

Remember the Alamo.

And the Al ya know.

Daaaaaaaadeeeeeeeeeee.

💗