I surveyed my family for ideas for today’s post.
The Supermoon. I have nothing to say about it. It’s a hot topic, but not one to scratch out one hundred and fifty words to.
Curses. Another weak idea for a post. Is this supposed to cover magic-style curses or to focus on the oppositional views that become corrupt? I have nothing more.
Bill Belichick. Although he looked like an oversized garden gnome at tonight’s game, that is about all I could muster about him.
Writing every. stinking. day. Sometimes just stinks. Sorry, Loyal Reader. It’s me, not you.
Since I started my blog, I do write far more than I used to, but everyday… I have not achieved that yet. It’s ok. We understand.
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Thanks for the commiseration. This is a self imposed rhythm with self-created challenges. So thanks for letting me complain 😊
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Love the photo…… sometimes I just want to go where there is absolutely nothing for 22 miles 🙂 sometimes that does a body good to just BE in the moment NO distractions 🙂
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