November 12, 2017
If only I had a few ditties stored away for a rainy day. This is another day when I have no idea what really happened - G wasn't feeling well, and beyond that, I don't know. Why is it that I can't - or don't - take control of my life so that I can actually write for ten minutes, just for me, every single day? No matter where I am, no matter what is going on. Ten minutes is all it takes. Sounds like some commercial for an exercise machine. But this is my mental and spiritual exercise, these little daily ponderings.