* a great story about a sybian (link NSFW), that I have permission to write about, so long as I don't name names
* more news about the troll
* thoughts on menopause
* a burlesque show, a cool band, a night at the roller derby, two new blog-worthy restaurants, and a non-festival festival
* grocery shopping made easier with a new cart
* a clean mammogram (yearly screening, no health-scare involved)
* the florist I have been looking for since I moved to NOLA
* and a purple dachshund, should any of us ever need one.
And yet...I am blah. Writing seems so...something. Bothersome. Don't get me wrong ~ I'm getting my work done. My columns and articles are written. Even making some tentative in roads with a new novel. But I have emails backed up a couple weeks in my inbox. I have people I haven't called, texted, or smoke signaled, who are probably getting a little tired of hearing "in the next day or two..."
I'm not Depressed, like Episode Depressed. I'm just...blah. But I'm here. And life is good. Busy and happy. Did you see that list up there? That's all just in the last seven days, for crying out loud. I'm just not writing about any of it. Or calling. Or emailing.
Maybe in the next day or two...
Meanwhile, I leave you with a purple dachshund, because really, when don't we need a purple dachshund?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
1 comments:
I understand perfectly, my friend. I get to the same place more often than I'd like to admit. Look forward to sharing wisdom again, but just glad you are well for this moment and that you're getting work and purple dachshunds.
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