How bad Billy Bob was feeling. He’s moping around and I just this minute realize it’s opening day. For the first time in 40 years he’s not out in the brush. Now it all makes sense.
I worry about him. He needs an outlet. We all do and I have so much right now. I feel guilty … waiting for the other shoe to drop. Wishing I could help him. But alas I realize I have no control.
If you’re so inclined send good juju his way.
As always, more to come.