I’ve been busy minding my business and a coupla other folk. Not you but if you want, I can…Well, on second thought, we’re fine the way we are. One thing I hate is to be sorry I got to know somebody that I didn’t wanna to get to know in the first place. Not you, but you know what I mean. Kinda like being able to smell a skunk a mile away but going ahead to touch the damn thing to make sure it’s really a skunk. But I don’t wanna be reminded of what I don’t wanna remember, so let’s move on.
Why have I been so slow posting these days? Well, ’cause I’ve been slow. I was gonna fabricate a real tall tale but I don’t feel much like lying to you today. Maybe tomorrow or next week. It takes a clear mind to remember a lie and as it’s getting on the late end of the day, I’m feeling cloudy with a forecast of sleep coming on.
And since I’m so deeply concerned with your time, and mine especially, I’m not gonna hog your evening, day or whatever, with a long blog post. Time is precious and I realize you’re committed to visit other blogs. Though, while I certainly appreciate you dropping by, I’m deeply honored you’d forgo your laundry, leave dishes in your sink or what have you, to entertain me. That’s so very, very special on both our parts, really. Me, writing and you, reading and responding. We’re both gonna get so much out of this one day in the future, which I hope comes sooner for me than for you since I had to do all this writing and whatnot. I’d be dishonest if I said otherwise and I know you wouldn’t appreciate that, so there it is.
Anyhow, I dug this painting from the archives. I hope you don’t mind but you must not since you’re here. After all, you could be walking your dog or hanging out with your kids but right now, reading my blog is more important…I guess.