Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...no energy. Happy needs energy today. m m me e e Orioles came up empty in the 12th. Yeah, I watched it to the bitter end too, David. If you can't hit you've at least gotta have fielding. I was going to take a bus out of town. The morning was cloudy and reasonably cool. Should've. Didn't. At times my indecision leaves me depressed. I did shave and shower. I did eat an egg-tomato sandwich. I have had a cup of coffee. And my pill. Still. No energy and no interest. Bummer. The neighbor's greenery is getting a trim. The dogs are yapping away. Hummingbirds are doing their thing. I tried to get pictures and took a video but I'll have to try again. Persistence will bear fruit ...or something ...I figure. Same with studying Norwegian daily or writing poetry. I don't have numerical poetry goals this year. Up to 16; 'should' be 20 ...but just like I monitor my money (by how much I've taken out of the ATM), my weight (every two weeks), my journal (daily, note page every ten days) I am aware. This year I need to focus more on editing. Yeah, I still have goals just not numerical. And I could set up a special facebook page I guess. I'm trying to be more active at WDC. 24/7 internet access helps. I've made a list of blogs I've visited recently. I need to visit blogs more often. I know how important it is to some folks to know they are being read. Plus, I usually learn something or it helps me put life in perspective. Small victories. On a down day it's important to do something, anything. Like starting with getting out of bed! Maybe I'll accomplish something this afternoon or evening. I gnaw away. Yep. I gnaw. Some days are for taking a big bite out of the apple. Other days are for gnawing carrots. 28.787 |