I thought I would attempt a Lame Post Friday post. I am feeling fairly lame today. For most of the day, my legs had that macaroni feeling. My brain, of course, is almost always of questionable usefulness. But one must persevere.
I thought the blog post I wrote this morning was not too bad. Or do I flatter myself? It doesn’t matter if I do. Flattery isn’t the worst thing you can do. Where was I going with this?
On Lame Post Friday I traditionally indulge in random observations and half-baked philosophy. I have actually observed very little today. I drove up through Ilion Gorge to work this morning, but I was listening to music and daydreaming. I paid enough attention to stay on the road, that’s all. I had an interesting drive through quite heavy rain, returning home from visiting my husband Steven at the nursing home.
I mentioned that my husband is currently in a nursing home, didn’t I? It is supposed to be merely a temporary stay. It would be a HIPAA violation to say more (have I the correct acronym?).
Well, this post certainly lives up to its name of Lame (YES, I mean “its” not “it’s”. “Its” is like “his” or “hers”; “it’s” only properly means “it is”). You’ll have that, at least with me in my blog. It matters not. I am over 200 words. I hope you will all tune in tomorrow, when I once again try for a better blog post.
Mohawk Valley Girl 