Syntax...

A turn of phrase. Does it matter?

Life at the end of the road. The road at end of life. Humm. Is no man an island, probably not. But I seem to be a peninsula. The road stops here, for now. I listen to coyotes and foxes at night. Squirrels dig up the yard and deer visit me in the middle of the night. The Death House across the street now only has stored Christmas ornaments and other boxed up stuff. Mrs. B is very old and doesn't come out of the other house unless her daughter picks her up. J and J next door work a lot. Both mostly at night. One graveyard at the mill the other swing at the restaurant.

I have lots of ME time. To mimic a phrase, I live vicariously through myself. I stay up late whatching Dish TV and still get up before 7 am.