Hit or Miss? Miss Who? Not the Doctor? I miss that show.

I know. My heart is hiding from the deeper missives. Being 76 means my misses are greater than they ever were. I’m grateful for their presence in my life physically, and the spirits I feel and converse with. Sadly, their jabs and jokes seem so much like my own.

A miss is as good as a mile, they say. Did my stream grow to the size of the Mississippi?

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “miss.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!