As I move about within my apartment I hear this notification that something is going on. It just went off and when I looked it was my watch telling me that my heart was ticking. Heck, I did not know that I had a heart. I can take a statoscope and I can not even hear it. I know some of the doctors and nurses say I have one. Some “friends” and “kin” say that I have a good heart, of course I disagree. I have a sad heart if any at all because it is hurt so many times for others and their actions.
My heart is not broken and is ticking with hopes that it will gain a few more miles over the next few years. Time will tell and I hope to see. Happy ticks to each.