Knowing where to start is difficult as the medication might wear off before I am half way through and then the dregs will rise and float on the surface, clouding what must already seem to be scented leaf.
Why I am doing this is beyond me just now, having lots of more pressing tasks to attend to, but I feel obliged to make some sense of all this down time.
Darn it.. if that regeditor asks me one more time if it can check for an update it knows it can't reach...hasnt anyone ever told it, its an inanimate object, responsible to me and my foibles, although at this time of the year, they are much smaller foibles than in the heat of summer...Another mystery for us to conjure with and perhaps offer some thought as to the variable size of one 's foibles as compared to those of another.
It's been a trying day, for no real reason except trials are good for the soul, gives one backbone and moral "what's it tude..." Now there are strong winds ablowin thru the trees, doors shaking with the vibrations, fence panels wanting to fly away as if their existence elsewhere would be of any greater benefit than they are to me right at this moment.
So, just for now, because this is the first posting of a blog which may take shape or which might become a heavily stewed item in the bottom of the pot..I shall vacate this place but promise myself to return in a much more eloquent, meaningful and appropriate tone.
"Ho humm...so glad I'm a teapot..!"
2 comments:
Ahhh.... the great british Cuppa. Robust and full bodied, Dr. Johnson's elxir of life. Cures all except the onset of dementure.
Then it just causes incontinence. It's the caffeine you know, crystalises the brain something akin to Pernod. Banned in France in the 80s I believe.
I'm so Glad your meds are being managed by those little men in white coats, (Tetleys are they?).
Tell me how is it that you take your infusion, avec le sucre? du lait? le lemon ou NOIR? OOps Kettle boiling, got to dash and mash! A bientot mon ami....
I do have to concur upon your recent post my good friend. Don't you just hate it when the strings get in the way, nothing worse or more off putting,I find. Enough to quench even the most ardent.... thirst (Mr. P.G.with Wing Tipps)
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