I must say that I haven't been particularly pleased with my performance of late. It's always been a struggle for me to remain focused, but lately I've been having a hard time even coming up with anything to focus on. This is likely, in part, to be the result of the numerous disruptions with which reality has been providing me, but there is something else as well- something on which I can't quite... well, focus. This is another of those times when I feel as though my brain's program had been coded by Bill Gates. All it wants to do is crash. It's been a long time since I've written a long entry here, and I'm growing annoyed with all these repetitive little snippets- speaking of which;
Meanwhile, in the real world, I've been going outdoors all evening without a jacket, and barely shivering. It's still cold out, but after the chilling by bones have gotten in the last few weeks, it feels almost balmy. The waxing moon is bright among faded stars, and not a cloud is there to reflect its light. Early this morning, a few minutes after posting about the lack of waterfowl this year, a flock of geese flew overhead. I'd like to hear more. Maybe they'll tell me what to say, so I can quit boring myself.
Meanwhile, in the real world, I've been going outdoors all evening without a jacket, and barely shivering. It's still cold out, but after the chilling by bones have gotten in the last few weeks, it feels almost balmy. The waxing moon is bright among faded stars, and not a cloud is there to reflect its light. Early this morning, a few minutes after posting about the lack of waterfowl this year, a flock of geese flew overhead. I'd like to hear more. Maybe they'll tell me what to say, so I can quit boring myself.