For those who actually want to follow my thoughts, ideas, moans, and gripes, this is the place for you! For those of you who are returning...I questions your judgment, you poor souls.
Hey, you picked my birth year I'm by no means a nineties kid... The 2010's are my teenage nostalgia, and the 00's are my childhood, and the nineties just look a lot like the eighties when I see pictures of them
I get that about tiredness and trying to prioritize because there ain't enough time in the day to do everything and sleep, too... In fact, I just wrote a poem you might relate to... "Elephant in my Bed"
Ugh... I struggle with all manner of daily misfortunes, some more tragic than others. Imagine ordering a nice 4-port wall tap from Amazon and receiving someone else's dud Apple single port tap instead because Amazon was too lazy to check the returns and being afraid they'll blame you for being a thief when you send it back I still thank the Lord every day that LG only decided to kill off my old phone after I finished writing "Reflections" in June.
Well, you nailed your blog to start December. What a read!
I remember Erma. But then, I'm officially old (according to my wife, whom I can't really hear ... because I'm old.) Hmmm, wrapped that up quite neatly. All I need is a .
Dear me, hon, I don't know whether to or because that's exactly how I feel most days. I'm used to living on the edge of wanting to wring the neck(s?) of any number of people while trying to maintain "A Chaplain's Heart" , and I've forgotten how many other people know that feeling in some way.
I wonder what your handwriting looks like... I ran mine through ChatGPT, and it indicated I'm rather uptight about what I put on the page. I think I'm afraid to set the really crazy stuff on paper because someone might see it and use it against me. You're lucky you have that outlet
How true this is. It's all so depressing when math is brought in to explain. Seriously, I have to think a person shouldn't over-consider (hmm, is that a valid phrase) where his time goes.
But I was that person before I retired--drove 45 minutes to and from work, often six days a week working nine to ten hours daily. A stipulation: I was self-employed and I LOVED what I did. To balance that, I made time to do small getaways with my wife a couple times a month. That, and I often made projects for her (I was a custom woodworker).
"I see my coworkers more than I see my spouse." I'll bet that is true of half the workers in the country.
Actually, I read your blog because of the word Tightrope. I had just listened to Leon Russell's version of Tight Rope. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Jeffrey.
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I'm by no means a nineties kid... The 2010's are my teenage nostalgia, and the 00's are my childhood, and the nineties just look a lot like the eighties when I see pictures of them 
I still thank the Lord every day that LG only decided to kill off my old phone after I finished writing "
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because that's exactly how I feel most days. I'm used to living on the edge of wanting to wring the neck(s?) of any number of people while trying to maintain "
