Somehow the day got away from me. It was freezing, I did very little, and yet, I still didn't consider writing a post. Perhaps that is some kind of blog sign. Or blog-ending sign
I'm not closing down or anything. But it's crossed my mind a few times lately - how and when to end this thing. Or if.
I suppose the idea would be to do it on a meaningful day or milestone.
If I wait till my 200th 12 of 12 or something, I still have to wait another 60 months! I'm not sure I have that in me. Or end on my 20th start date.
Or I could just end it like the last moments of the Soprano's.
This week, the muses seem sparse. They've never been fans of mine. They just stop by for the beer and edibles. ....and chips, if we have any. Kind of like my friends. I perused the papers to see if there were any stories of note..........there were not.
I could write about that skin sensitivity I get now and then. Today, at least as I write, is plaguing my front right quadrant of my outer skull. Touching head to pillow will be less than interesting. It's sad that I have become used to this weird type of discomfort.
Not for nothing, and it's been 25 year, but I can feel my eustachian tube getting fucked up. I'm assuming it is that, as I have not felt a similar type of pain in my life. It is one you don't forget. It is also on my right side. I don't think the each on the right is a coincidence.
We will see.
Man - we'll see about my health. We'll see about the weather. We'll see about this blog.
Again, calm down. I'm not going anywhere. I don't think. ......but that could have what Tony was just about to tell Carmela while waiting for their daughter to park the car.
Song by: Guster