Yesterday was a sucky emotional day. This morning wasn’t too great either. After inflicting unintended daggers of pain with the one who wants to be “ex” (both ways), it was some comfort for a girl child (probably 3 or 4) to play hide-and-seek with me at Anthony’s in St. Johnsbury while I ate breakfast. I chose to interpret it as the universe reminding there is still room for joy.
I’ve noticed that its pretty dang hard to keep up this blog thing when I’m down. The effort to present myself well – Stephen’s bottomline function of rhetoric – it taxing, and often just too much effort. I have also been pressed for time; as there are many things I’ve thought worth documenting. Got to get to the comic frame if I’m gonna do any good!