I guess I have some work to do to make it back to being a daily blogger. Once again, as I have often done with my running, I begin again. Perhaps that was a bad comparison, because I have not been running in, oh dear, I think it has been months. Of course I am too lazy to pull up my Running Journal and look. And by “pull up my Running Journal,” I mean lean off the couch, to the danger of the Chromebook balanced on my legs, and paw through the mess under my coffee table. It is there somewhere. I need to update it on walks I have taken since (oh dear) June.
Me being lazy.
I threw in a picture to pep things up. This is my legs’ approximate position, but I am wearing slippers with no socks. It is early Friday morning, and I last posted Sunday evening. For that I apologize. As it happens, perhaps I should have swooned for real and not just metaphorically. The week has not been terrible, but my state of mind has been. I quite frankly do not know what is wrong with me. I suppose a number of others have wondered that for years (you know who you are). However, I have made it to work every day and tried to keep a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Unfortunately, the song was usually The Volga Boatman.
Bloom where you are planted!
I add a cheerful picture to counteract the whining. This is a photo from a previous year, but I believe my Rose of Sharon is currently blooming. I spared it a glance while doing yard work yesterday (see, I have accomplished a few things), but I was too absorbed in gathering fallen branches and sticks to pay much attention. We had a storm earlier this week. Not a tornado, as Rome, NY had. My parents live in Rome but, thankfully, suffered no damage, by the way.
I see I have babbled on for over 300 words. I hope to get back to posting on a daily basis, and of course I hope you will stay tuned.
Mohawk Valley Girl 