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JABBERWOCKY AND OTHER CRAP IN MY BRAIN

 Yes, I have a million or more bits of information sloshing around in my brain fluid, crashing against the jagged rocks of the trauma and  tribulation of my life. Screaming for a lifeline. Needing to be rescued from the storm, in a sensible manner that is understood by more than me.

Not today. The jetsom may breach the banks but the flotsom shall remain.


I haven't updated the blog lately. It's not that I didn't have ideas. It's not that I don't need to scream crap from my head into the void.

The problem has been energy. Mine is waning. The late winter drag and spring reluctance has me down and out for anything more than going through the motions.

Ten thousand steps a day may help. Maybe a couple hundred words. Spring needs to stop it's cruel tease. I need to quit falling for the ruse.


My new laptop is getting her first Blogosphere workout right now. So far so good.


With nothing much to say the Blogger gives in to the muses craving for solitude. Perhaps a glass of wine would help both of us. All of us. The Jabberwocky plots escape for another day. Spring gives us all the finger. The Blogger sips, thinks, and reflects on life, failure and redemption.

"I need another five hundred steps. I will do extra tomorrow."


It has been too long between posts. I'll try to do better.

 

 



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