Fixing stuff, myself included…
Down to Earth
Come in Earth… Down calling Earth… anybody home? Realty check is in the mail. If you’ve stumbled upon this blog by accident it’s merely a coincidence; there is nothing synchronistic about it. Chances are you’ll never be here again, that being said the odds are in my favor that you are not the WEB police. This is a day for brain realignment, rearrangement of priorities, and other tasks left over from my previous life in which I was a circus performer of some renowned. I was known as Dangerous Diane, Queen of the Underworld.
Under where?
Dust under the dresser draws my attention to the details of living the quiet life of a recluse without excuse, as in dust to dust. I [dust] wonder why, I don’t care about where, when the sun’s out. It’s only a matter of time before life catches up with you if you’re not caught up in it.
What?
Now you know why I was talking about brain realignment being paramount; on my plate today it’s the zucchini of chef salad. Speaking of salad this is probably borderline word salad.
I think you’ve gone too far this time.
Well it’s a long way back to the future if you put your mind to it.
“Happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected.”
–George Washington
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