Oh dear. I am sitting at my Chromebook feeling entirely empty. Lucky for me it is Lame Post Friday. Is it Friday? I get a little confused at my age.
Is there an answer even yet?
I looked for a picture in my Media Library to pep things up. Here is a headline from Aug. 1, 2018, when I used to subscribe to the Utica OD (that stands for Observer-Dispatch, not overdose). I took a picture, because I found it punny. I like puns.
Sometimes I am piddle puttering.
This is a plaque my sister Cheryl gave me. Some time later, a friend shared that saying to my Facebook page, saying it made her think of me. I confess I have been lolly gagging when it comes to making this blog post. And now that I am making it, I fear it is not such a much.
Bad writing is still writing, right, Mr. Kafka?
And here is a thought about that: I have often said that any blog post is better than no blog post at all. I guess that is another one of My Rules For Me, like my rule of Any Writing Counts. I have been writing letters, post cards, and journal entries lately. Will I segue over to more worthy endeavors? Oh, who can say what is a worthy endeavor anyways? People like to get letters and post cards.
Sez you!
Regular readers know that when I am out walking or running, I love to enter where it says Do Not Enter. Thus, to the inner critic who says, “Don’t publish this silly post,” I say, “Hah!”
