The golf course looks good...
But - somehow - for some strange reason - my present set of circumstances which I choose not to fully disclose at this point in order to avoid a major jinx right now - I can relate to this somewhat mocked line. As of this day, I can safely say
Don't waste the breath to save your face
When you have done your best
And even more is asked of you
Let fate decide the rest
I have done all I can do, now the remaining mocking torture of fate waits to either grant me a God given reprieve from a somewhat oppressive situation, or to slap my ass and send me back to the salt mine. Which is it going to be? The waiting is killing me - almost making me physically nauseous - I am about to join my daughter in the hospital for stomach symptoms.
So if any of you happen to be religious, say a prayer to your favorite entity for me at my request. My life is about to either get a whole lot better, or set me up for a major Charlie Brown miss of the infamous football kick, courtesy of his favorite Lucy. For once in my life, please let this not be me ....
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