I write the words. I’m all about the words. I am the words. Usually, I share a lot of words here. There’s something, however, I need and want to write that will make that cease temporarily. My blog will be taking a creation vacation.
Sundays are for silence. Sundays are for quiet. Sundays are the Christmas Eve of weekdays: all is calm, all is bright. Sundays are the library of the week: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
To all of the people making noise today, go Sunday yourself.
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I think you should know the following — mostly because I don’t want to be the only one who knows them, but also, some of them were amusing to my fried brain. I feel the need then to share.
I don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am! It’s also Song Lyric Sunday and this week’s theme is plan.
don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am!
I don’t often partake in bloggy challenges in which one is tagged, but I loves me some music, and was tagged by a fellow music lover, so here I am!
I’m surprised I allowed myself to be confused for so long. After other things that have happened here, it should have been crystal clear to me what the answer was. Not only that, at this point I think I should quit my day job and enter the military as a code breaker. I have an untapped skill set I could use for good and it would save me from dealing with this moronitude any longer.
It’s been almost 9.5 months since I fell down, went boom, broke wrist. The journey back to the rink began today when I purchased my new pair of roller skates.
(Boy, that was wordy.)
A spam comment started with this: “Keep functioning.” (A) Thanks, bot, for the encouragement said in a really weird way. (B) How did you know I’m struggling to function?
I’m off tomorrow, of my own choosing (yay, vacation days!). That makes this weekend three days long! And that also makes today, Thursday, my Friday. It’s flying by at a snail on a sloth with a broken leg break-neck speed.