That worked

Good nights sleep,,, the usual cure for the daily ick’s.

normal bed time, up right as Dawn is showing her pretty face, and I feel good. Getting up in the zero darks has never been pleasant: waybackawhen, they were signs that shit was gonna be flat ugly, but that was then,,,, Now, they just wear me out before I get going.

Going to the Da’s here in a few minutes, take care of the dirty clothes, get my house in order for the upcoming week, make sure he has what he needs in place, then I’ll decide on which ‘church’ I wish to attend. Was gonna keep it localized, but there is a calling to go to HighTop instead,,,

Just gotta keep the tires on asphalt this week, unlike last weekend,,, sheesh, that still burns me that I slipped up like that, and the constant reminder of a spiderwebbed windshield doesn’t help none. (and I need to take care of that soon, before the weather starts to whipsaw and those cracks spread the width of the glass.)

Gotta tell ya, been doing a lot of writing, and a lot of roundfiling of the posts. Start writing, good stuff to start, then it gets sideways and I scrap the whole thing. Been a might frustrating to me. Maybe I need to take a lesson from BCE and just tell some stories of things in the past of Dio and let the other stuff settle to the bottom of the barrel for a bit. Things are feeling a bit stirred up inside lately. Stuff I want to talk about but don’t want to come off as whiney or petulant while doing so. No CHEEZ for the Whine, and that makes for hangover country: I don’t like hangover country. Dunno: I keep typing, you keep reading, so somehow things are working, no?

It’s like flying: lots of boredom followed by minutes of panic filled sphincterometer pegging excitement. Writing can be like that too: the humdrum can cover long periods and then the Muse shows up and things are a tornado of flying fingers on keyboard. The only difference between writing and flying being ‘lack of consequences’; I F-up writing, I am not going to get wrapped around a tree or power lines. (it won’t sell either, but thats a different sort of consequence.)

But thats life isn’t it? We go through the motions everyday, mostly humdrum, wondering what the point is, and then, every once in a great while, things get ‘exciting’ and we haven’t the time to figure what the point is; we are too busy staying upright and breathing to think about it. My biggest problem with the current world pretend is how fast those ‘every once in a great while’ are coming at us. Changes are never permanent, but change is. (so shush, Dio, you know this is how the world is, stop your flippin’ whining!)

more laters, before THIS post goes all sideways like its trying to do.

paddle on.