I am not having a Wrist to Forehead Sunday today for the simple fact that I am too tired to raise my wrist that high. Wow, how pathetic is that? What a big, lazy baby I am! I mean, how much trouble is it to swoon dramatically? Too much, apparently. So I sit on the couch, trying to make some post, any post.
As I type (one letter at a time with the stylus), I am looking at an episode of Columbo on DVD. I love Columbo.
Earlier today I went for a run. I went grocery shopping, made some things for my week’s lunches, and fixed a tasty dinner for my husband, Steve, and me. I suppose I could have come up with OK blog posts about any of those activities. Hmmm… nope. They just don’t move me.
I know, I know, one must not wait for inspiration nor to be in the mood to write. We have been over this. Can I think of anything new to say about it? How about this: this blog is my hobby. I do it because it is fun. I enjoy it. Sometimes it is more of an effort than others, but I find that I am usually happy that I have made the effort. It is like running in that respect: you have to put up with the crap runs to get to the good ones.
Oh dear, that sounds like some of my blog posts are crap posts. SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!
The point I was going for was that I like to blog about what moves me at the moment. At the moment, I do not feel particularly moved. However, I have managed to rattle on for over 250 words. Steven has started another episode of Columbo. I would like to watch it.