I’m low on gas, the limerence of words fails to kick in and inspire intelligent thoughts. Sometimes blogging eludes me, even though I always think of it as fun, not work. But I also do not have the pressure of trying to be an author, have no deadlines, no gambit with chapters to finish.
I can’t blame it on the weather for it is a sunny fifty degrees outside. I have shelter, food, clothing and people who love me and I love them. So why so blah? As usual, I have to look for humor. Maybe Gary Larson. . .