
So a no go on the writing front as on the happiness front...
It bothers me though to just call it a day now, I almost feel as if I will curse my blogging efforts if I don't write today and that it will turn into days, weeks and month again. It appears that every night, in the last hour of the day, when everybody is deep asleep, even the cats, and it is so quiet that I can hear the kitchen clock ticking in the other room, I get this overwhelming urge to add to my blog, after all this day only comes but once. Maybe it is just this inbred need fueled by a lingering protestant work ethic? There is a nice sense of accomplishment in clicking on the 'publish post' button and even though it does not take any pain away, at least it gives a small, tiny moment of happiness.
Well, I have a huge collection of quotes and I can always dive into that treasure, pull something out and reflect on it. Or not, like tonight.
P.S. He looks quite lovely I think, reminds me of a young James Stewart.
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