It’s not the flu and certainly not leprosy but it provides difficulties all its’ own. Here am sitting in front of a blank page just typing because I seem to have nothing to write about that has the making of anything like a five hundred word post. Normally I have a few lightbulb moments in the day and I lurch towards my laptop and type out the heading and a few sentences or comments so the idea is ready to expand on at a later date.
Some people seem to have endless stuff to write, or write accounts of their day which makes it a bit easier, given that anything has happened mind you. I do have daughter Number two staying with me which is very nice. Now back from her ordeal in Holland she is enjoying living a normal life for a period, popping out to see friends and her elder sister who lives near by, but by and large I don’t write about that stuff so I have to look around And see if anything is occurring to me: it isn’t. This is annoying and frustrating so perhaps I could write about being annoyed and frustrated.
My circumstances are somewhere between reduced and desperate so events tend to involve a bit of walking,limp permitting, and sitting looking out of the window. This doesn’t usually matter as the imagination kicks in and provides me with enough thought and conversation to keep me, and occasionally you, entertained. Today nothing happens. I have tried talking to myself saying “Hello … HELLO ” but no one seems to be answering. Possibly my anxiety level has ridden up a couple of notches and this might account for the unusual blankness.
Nothing happening and no ideas is as far as you can get from serenity as is possible for your truely so it’s not an enjoyable place to be. Hopefully by tomorrow something will have happened or some drama or the news will have spiked off a debate with myself, which I will be able to include you in a later post, but for now it’s bye folks and I hope your having a more productive day than I am