
Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I’m a bit out of sorts this morning. That pic above was taken for the post about hats worn backward, but if I paused and had a look in the mirror it think it would be me again, minus the backward High Roller. Hats You Can’t Wear Sideways or Backwards
The protracted computer fiasco put me fairly far behind on one of my projects, which I went a hundred miles an hour for a lot of hours yesterday playing catchup without getting there. But I think doing it must have worn my mind down along the edges and frayed my thinking processes enough to have me wondering if I’m not getting old.
If I had a vehicle and enough slack in the budget I think I’d probably forget everything for a day and just go for a road trip for a day. Try out my Texas Thumb and Finger Signs and let the projects, the chickens, and the cats fend for themselves long enough to get a recharge on my batteries.
But that’s not going to happen, and the project’s going fairly well once I reconstructed where my head was when I got distracted by computers. The roosters are singing up Old Sol and I hear cats hissing at one another on the front porch, so all I have to do is wait until my head clears, kick start myself into motion.
I’ve been fighting off urges to write long written works lately, which I’m not going to do, and one of the ways I avoid doing it and push the urges back involves typing words on this blog. Pressure release valve, more or less.
I appreciate the role you readers play in the process. If you weren’t here I think I mightn’t write the blog, and find me sneaking up on myself writing a book instead. A pure disaster.
Thanks, all of you, for coming by occasionally.
Gracias,
Old Jules
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