Almost bed time. Tomorrow, I need to go food shopping. While learning how best to use my Apple Watch and participation in the new Mac OS testing group push me cognitively in ways abstract yet concrete; I still find myself running up against roadblocks, primarily of my own invention.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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