Let me not let May get away. Even as I sit here unable to find another word that I can write to fill this little pocket of time I grabbed (on my very own bought and paid for blog spot) I cannot think of a dang thing to write about, to caption, to blurt, or desperately place in this rectangular space to redeem myself (of sorts). I have all things gramatically available to me here, I mean, I can write and have the computer program fix it so I don't humiliate myself, but instead will just embarrass myself. And, to complete-where the heck I was going with this: the truth is,I don't want to let another day pass without writing something, anything!
I know, I know, that if anyone actually read any of what I wrote they would surely advise me to not bother. I say that I pay; well, my husband pays, so that I can have the privilege of the blank page waiting here for me. And oh, how I care for the page! My affection is limitless and it remains to this day, an enigma to me. And here I came today with not a hint of stress or worry of any kind; well protected, paid for and available for my use in a millisecond. it wasn't for the man I love, I would have to forgo this little side trip that I took right now.
The thing is that even though I use it so, so seldom, I would miss it were it not here. It is just that simple. I don't think I can really explain something that I myself don't really understand. I mean, I don't even know why I just sat down here and logged onto TypePad. Wait! I think I kind of do know why! I was lising my passwords to kind of try and centralize them in case my man needed to access them. I think that may have been the door to the decision to head over here. Yeah, so here I am.
In the meantime, I have a load of things that need to be taken care of tomorrow, which is today, which still kind of feels like it hasn't changed over yet, being rather untouched still, but in reality half of which has been bitten off, chewed, and discarded already. None if tthis seems to have any connection to anything that I have actually written about here in this little space I call my own.
But it does! And it is because, in part, that list, or rather what is on that list, adds to another list, a list of reasons why I so don't get to this little writing home of mine. And the other little reasons have to wait because I have to save to list another day. And I don't mind, cause like I said: my little place here is dear to my heart. I mean, I really like it here! 8-)
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