One Of Those Cheers Posts

Here's to the electric discomfort grinder that life can sometimes be.

Where Does It Go

On this stretching luminous freeway there is ample time to think about things and plenty of those things should probably be written down. But I don't have the moment to write them down....driving and all. It would be sorta dangerous.

And all the rest of it is getting put down on paper for some actual productivity for a change. The writing class is turning out to be quite the inspiration.

I'm getting more fluent with the musical language anyway. Well, a little at a time. Sometimes speaking doesn't seem appropriate.

Or articulating words. Such as in writing.

Reflections

Gawd what a gloomy blog this has been for several months.

The point...ah, yes yes I'll have to get back to someone on that.

Rodney the BallBlaster stares and the fire flickers in the fireplace. It does not crackle because the logs are fake. But the warmth and the overall charm that a fire has is sufficient.

It is gray and quiet outside, thanks to the after-effects of the cold howling storm last night.

All is not well, nor is it ill. It is there.