Bill's Musings

   

     He lies there, utterly defeated, totally spent, and genuinely disturbed. After all this time, all this effort, to throw in the towel now was really the only choice he had. ‘He gave it the old college try!’ came to mind. ‘Put the nose to the grindstone!’ was another one. ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get going!’, yet another apt aphorism for this particular situation. And yet, there was no satisfaction for him. There was no victory dance. Nobody cheered a defeat.

     Try as I might, I just couldn’t get the cookies back into the cookie bag.

     Damned cookies. We all have weaknesses in life. Mine happens to be Golden Oreos. I imagine myself at a meeting, probably in a church basement or something, sitting in a circle with a bunch of strangers. We’d all be fidgeting, eyes rarely meeting, wiping sweat from our brows…