... the post below (which may or may not show up right - let me know and I'll reformat if it's rubbish ... or delete if it's really rubbish) was inspired by Neil, who composed his autobiography in five year chunks. In one post. I wondered if I could do that. Five hours later, grumpy with recollection and repeat insights of stuff I've already analysed to death (then chased around the Underworld to do it more damage) I realised - no chance! But then of course I had to write something. I couldn't go to bed with a self-imposed challenge hanging over me. Incomplete. Grrr ... why do I do this to myself?
Of course I did go to bed incompletely grumbling, but today fashioned something out of the mess. I'm not sure how it reads but I so need outta there! And heck, you'll either read it or not but at least I feel I've done "it" - whatever "it" was.
Of course I did go to bed incompletely grumbling, but today fashioned something out of the mess. I'm not sure how it reads but I so need outta there! And heck, you'll either read it or not but at least I feel I've done "it" - whatever "it" was.
