It’s difficult to believe it’s already August 1st . . . No, wait; I can see it on the calendar on the PC, the paper calendar I have, on my phone, and on the scheduled date for this post.
Wow . . .
eight seven months have passed since the beginning of the year and what have I accomplished? Nothing.
“Were you supposed to accomplish something?”
. . . uh . . . no, Bob, but still;
eight seven months, gone in a flash. At this rate, I’ll be 90 before I even realize it.
“Why don’t you do something, then?”
By golly, I think I will! . . . tomorrow, or the next day after that . . . maybe.
And now, the photo:
For some reason, this brought to mind watching some of the presidential debates . . . gorsh . . . has it been two years already? Times seemed so much simpler then . . .
Maybe I should refocus on my writing and publishing efforts.
It’s been so long, that I’ve forgotten more than I ever knew about writing . . . and that sounds like I should get back into it by studying up on the craft . . .
Phew! . . . that was exhausting . . . perhaps I’ll stick with wasting my time.
Speaking of wasting my time . . .
No one would believe it but centipedes can get pretty wild. No one would believe it except . . . we have photographic proof . . . Centipede Bachelorette Party After The Punch Was Spiked.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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