The writing here of late has not been what I like to produce. I've let life detract, as it is wont to do.
Time has been one factor-- every day some under the Buick's hood; maybe more tonight, too.
Other personal stuff that I won't bore you with.
Today has been an emotional roller-coaster. Sad, as coasters go-- not many hills, and those small.
On the plus side, though I'm as miserable as ever, today it's more of a fresh, clean, almost gleeful misery-- oxymoronic as that sounds-- a sense of wiping the ass-slate of the past free of collective dust to prepare for a new chalking.
Ye faithful, I beseech you grant me a few more days of "filler"-type posts. (No; I REFUSE to take total break. Period.), as well as much less comment rounds that are, for me, an integral part of the blogosphere. I'm going to "break", to mentally and spiritually recharge, and while the time I spend at screenfront won't be much less in Chronos' Measure, my applique will be geared towards the personal.
Cygnus ain't gone, folks; he just needs a good birdbath-- a dusting and watering so's we can have back the right amount of poignant stoopidity i likes betray here...
Thanks so much for standing by...
Hey-- mosta ya have the real warmth of seasonal glee to pursue now anyhow! So get out there! Get yer fingernails dirty!! Run the kids ragged-tired!!! Teach the doggie a new trick!!!! Enjoy the sun, the moon, the stars... the WARMTH! HA!
Slainte, Folks. Health from my heart to your'n...