LITERAL REMAINS

…here I am, stuck in the middle with you.  It’s not a bad place to be stuck.  I kinda like it.

You ever been in a rut?  Not like the blah blah ruts that people find themselves mired in, but a happy kind of rut.  Maybe it’s not even a rut.  Probably just a matter of finding the time to do stuff.  You’ve never had that problem have you?  Finding time to get all your crap done, even if it isn’t crap but something very important, but you know what I’m getting at.  So little time.  Deep sigh, right here.

My problem is I do find the time, but find other things to do with it.  Instead posting a little something here, I find it much easier to muck about in the yard, search through the closet for some obscure comic I packed away that has a really nifty cover, or play with the digital voice recorder to try to capture some keeno EVP’s but just end up burping into it and acting silly and marveling, “Does my voice really sound like that?”

I’ve not captured any EVP’s.  And my voice does, indeed, sound weird.

It’s cold and rainy here in the Volunteer State, it’s been snowing and icing lately, just a lovely winter all around.  Nothing like frozen mud to make your heart go pitter patter.  At present the wind is blowing, and some rain/sleet mix is falling.  I will be glad when Spring finally decides to bust up in this mutha, pop a cap in Old Man Winter’s ass, and thaws us out; maybe, then, my mood and overall disposition will heal.

The cold, gray, beast February can suck it.

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P.S–  Sorry, I know I should have posted a book review, movie review, a story, or something, but like I said, a rut.  Though it’s not really a rut.  I’ve just kinda been preoccupied.  A good preoccupation.  I’m really trying to get back into the groove of this, my peeps, just hang in there with me.  What’s good?  Life’s good.