I was going to say ‘Surfing…’ but that implied some modicum of control on my end. There is, naturally, none of that.
LOL, or more like lol. As I have mentioned, this space is weird. I keep meaning to note things here, but, well, you know. Many things are meant to be done. Implementation. That’s the thing.
Rarely get the 11:11 deal here, in this place it’s the fabulously frequent xx:59 and we cannot forget the neat little subset of minute-change(any). Two phenomena for one. That’s alright, then.
This writer’s block busting thing [restarted now after a lengthy dormancy] is certainly not one of the things thriving here…but…aaahh. God. JAW told me to write a book. Andy and Cathy, too. Not to mention Arem, Nick’s son… Soon, hopefully. I am not believing in it. Needs ficksin,’ that.
Yes, soothing. …smooth…
Some of the things that caught my eye enought to hit save recently. Make of that what you will. It’s all one can do, in the end. I put in two of my friend John that I took in Honduras. John’s fighting cancer. You can help him, yes you can!
I wish you peace.