Blog posts have been few and far between the last few weeks. I have been stuck in the “January Doldrums,” that Bermuda Triangle time period between New Years Day and the “ides” of January. It is a fortnight of “dull,” a two-week long hangover from the holidays. The color and beauty of the holidays are over, and the only reminders of joyous December are the 6 pounds of new “me” hanging over my belt buckle and Aunt Edna’s fruitcake (no, not Uncle Bob). This immortal “confectionery” made it another year uneaten and is now eligible for AARP, and as well as joining cockroaches and Cher as the only things able to survive a nuclear holocaust.
…are the Northerners who always complain we Southerners can’t drive in snow and ice, yet are the ones who moved down here to escape cold winters in the first place.
I achieved a lot. But I didn’t accomplish a damned thing.
Some people write about their struggles; where I just struggle with my writing. Big difference.
When I was younger, my interests interfered with work. Now work interferes with my interests…
I thought I would reactivate my Facebook account for the holidays. Thought it would be nice to see how everyone is enjoying this time of year. Lasted two days. Facebook is like tight underwear to me; too constricting in some very unpleasant places. Can’t do it, sorry.