What's wrong and what's right in your life?

My life is far from perfect. I have problems just like anybody else. Some of them are real, and some are imagined. However, I have a place to call my own and food in the cupboard. I own the complete series of Monty Python’s Flying Circus to keep me entertained. Hell, I’m bipolar, which can be entertaining and heart wrenching enough.

I have friends, but I don’t have a steady paramour. My mother thinks I should be writing the great American novel. I’d be satisfied with a well-honed poem of less than a dozen lines that might be read by no one.

I have no one to play cards with, which is one of my favorite past times, but I have friends who invite me to play Scrabble weekly, and I go when I can.

Ho hum. Woe is me, and at the same time, life is great.

What’s grand and what’s bland in your life?