Okay, so I’m selling my soul and doing a blog. How I hate the “word.” Like, if you have a chance to coin some new collection of phonemes, why on earth would you put together something as pug-ugly as that? I prefer Nettle myself. Net-journal. This isn’t going to be a log. Who wants to read a log of my life? Today, got up at 6:00. Got up again at 6:23. Third time at 7:30. Drove down to let the horses out. Managed to stay asleep until I got back home. Got on the treadmill. Took the big horses back in. Got caught up in some computer work – money, web page, something. Forgot the time. Went down to put the last horses back in. Realized I hadn’t had breakfast. Subtituted it for lunch. Finally changed out of sweats at about 2:00. Avoided housework. Pretended I was going to write something. Fielded several waves of mid-life crisis. Went down to feed the horses for the evening. Changed into something more comfortable. Ate something. Read something. Watched something. TA DA.
No, this is going to be the good old journal thing. I’ll still write it in my corner of the couch. But maybe it will be more interactive this way. A comment or two might be fun. We’ll see. Anyway. There. I’ve launched it.
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