Now my stomach is giving me grief! I just sat here, staring at the blank “Add New Post” screen, thinking, I CAN’T have three blogger’s sick days in a row! But apparently I can. For one reason, I do not want to do two posts tomorrow. I have a busy day planned. Yes, wine is involved, judge me if you life, I do not at all care.
I had one of the best dinners I have had in a while at my Mom and Dad’s house. I think I ate a little too much. Or something else might be going on. My stomach has, in fact, been giving me grief off and on all week. I just haven’t complained about it in this space, because, quite frankly, I have been complaining about everything else and just had not gotten to it. My older sister, Victoria, told me that the more you complain, the longer God lets you live.
How hard can it be to make a post on Lame Post Friday anyways? A couple of random observations, some half-baked philosophy, and hit publish. My random observation is: I have not been writing enough, but I have been obsessed with doing puzzles. Pencil puzzles, like crosswords, cryptograms, etc. My half-baked philosophy is that I probably like the puzzles because they occupy my mind and keep me from thinking about things. Who wants to spend time thinking about things? Not me!
Oh, my stomach is really, really upset. I need to stretch out, and I cannot type lying down. Suddenly this seems like Wrist to Forehead Friday: I will swoon onto my couch (I don’t have a chaise lounge) in a manner most dramatic, and hope to be better in time to make a Scattered Saturday post.