November 10, 2007
No, I am not dead, yet. The muses have just abandoned me for a while. Frankly, there have been a lot of things to write about, but I just haven't found my inspiration to write.
I am sitting on the deck watching Mother Nature paint her picture in the sky. The fog drifts lazily through the redwoods in the valley, and Venus continues to fight for some sense of dominance in the morning sky. Soon the sun will breach the ridge line, and wash the sky clean, leaving this magical time behind. Even with this beautiful view, find the words stopping before they can get to my fingers. The typical activities in my life could give birth to a variety of posts, but for some reason I just can't get them out. Oh well... Maybe later...
Preparing self for drywall mudding...
I am sitting on the deck watching Mother Nature paint her picture in the sky. The fog drifts lazily through the redwoods in the valley, and Venus continues to fight for some sense of dominance in the morning sky. Soon the sun will breach the ridge line, and wash the sky clean, leaving this magical time behind. Even with this beautiful view, find the words stopping before they can get to my fingers. The typical activities in my life could give birth to a variety of posts, but for some reason I just can't get them out. Oh well... Maybe later...
Preparing self for drywall mudding...