this has become a sad, verbally sparse little “blog”, hasn’t it?
oh, believe me, I know.
there’s this irksome compulsion to at least try to be moderately entertaining, insightful or at minimum diverting–and for the life of me these days I’m finding it hard to find faith in my own capacity to do/be so…
and, voila, object lesson in the problem: there the writing goes again drifting into GLUM just like a handful of other false starts over the last several months. by golly, as much as this doggone post wants to drift there, too, I won’t LET it.
(getting an inkling of why other vox neighbors resort to lists of things to be grateful for)
and, thus, reticence until I can come up with something better.