Yes, I dribble. Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. That is spilled breakfast on my shirt. Today it was oatmeal with cinnamon. Tomorrow will be the same but spots might be bigger. Or I might have a good day and you would not guess how fallible I am.
It isn’t senility. I am not wandering around mumbling to myself. If I do I try to keep the conversation silent. I am aware the spots are there. I even tried to brush them off, but no luck. Maybe if I switched to donuts.
It could just be Old Age Ornery Syndrome: I don’t care because I am a slob. That has possibilities. Although I try to keep things clean I am not obsessed with neat or stylish.
It could be laziness.
It could be many things.
I still dribble. Deal with it.
homo unius libri
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