February 18th, 2016
I have had feedback that my web link does not take people to my website. That was my blunder as I entered it incorrectly. This was not something I intended to do. (we all know where I am going) My excuse, however, is I trip over my fingers. I was so eager to get the news to you that I stumbled, once this once. My dear and gentle readers would think “ frequently” but are too classy to say. Some of you, my dear and gentle readers, can read around the hurry, most of the time. But the God,desses of the computer demand accurateness, correctness, and probably good manners too, (always have) therein lies the predicament, that is that I am not the type. ( I do type but this is a font of another sort) More miss, than hit kinda gal. Slap dash, laugh while Rome burns kinda lass. Onwards. The correct version for those of you who want to share the news, is www.downtownbnb.com we trust.
While formulating the act of contrition above, the sun climbed into its place in the world. The break of day, that would be sunrise was at a civilized hour, frosted with a little pink on blue. The street the bed and breakfast is on, is quiet, as the cars, people and animals go about their business awaiting their day to unfold. Moreover I am in the correct position, waiting to word-process the daily diatribe. Just wondering as the caffeine hits just what will pop out. Moi and Dickens, Great Expectations. The stress, the strain, the pressure. Every paragraph, a lifetimes work !
There is no alerts, weather wise, a possibility or two, but nothing severe, more staid, than anything else to be frank. This time last year we were having a storm and received 56 cm, this year, we were at +10 on the same day, a year later. It is spring like in flavour. No the issue is and it is thorny problem, I have to admit, is the fight. WHAT ?? Glued to the screen you become. Yes the fight, the sluggishness, the stupor of these last days. Lassitude and lethargy seem to be my best friends. (or reaction to homemade whine might be another cause but I digress) Fighting gravity, is another occupation of late. it’s the thought that counts and all that. Time traveling is protracted and lengthy, as days blend into one another. The winter monopoly no matter what the temperatures seem to bring out this apathy, regardless of what is going on weather wise.
The heart rate was quicken when I took to slinking. Yes indeed, there I was the green recycling in hand in an incorrect plastic bag, out under the cover of darkness. There have not been enough guests to fill a green bag on its own with just MOI and the dog in the house by ourselves. I cannot stand to put to the curb a green bag, only half full. There I was on the last T DAY of the week, last week, sneaking into the neighbors bag, my tiny weensy wet waste so as not to use up more plastic. Not quiet a Lenten obligation I am sad to say. Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does. John Kenneth Galbraith Moi and Lucy.