Occasionally, I sit down here to write and I do write but the words that I've written are just all wrong.
For whatever reason the usual this, this, this; then this, this, this just annoys me to the point where I simply delete it all.
Tonight is one of those times.
I had a fine day and even got to visit with these boys.
But somehow, I just can't clear my head enough to write. Perhaps it is the very busy-ness of the energy that Mr. Moon brought home with him, jumping back into his life with both feet.
And so this will be it for today.
I am well. All is well. I am just, as Kinky Friedman says, "agitato."
Let's talk tomorrow.