“Thou shalt write each and every day. The great, and the mundane, thou shalt write of it”
As usual, I staggered out of bed when the smell of Snookums perfect coffee wafted into the bedroom and pulled on my nose. Before I do anything, I get a cup if it is brewed and stagger into the studio to look out my virtual world window, and let the days horrors assault my sensibilities.
This morning was not a disappointment. Another one of God’s little underachievers decided to go out in a blaze of glory by shooting up a convention in Las Vegas. Some initial reports from foreign sources mentioned that the shooter had converted to Islam recently. I tend to put more credence in overseas press than I do the American press, especially with sensational reports. But time will out this story as the press follows this new development, leaving that prophet of social injustice, Colin Kaepernick back in the dust somewhere in irrelevance.
Now that I have my new/used laptop, I can move the daily writing out to the stuth with their older comrades.
It helps to push an evil, self-destructive world into the background, leaving me with an old man’s dreams and visions. And I do have ‘em. Lots of ‘em. And I shan’t be sharing them.
So once again, the sun climbs it exorable self another 15° deasil into the sky, tempes is fugiting, and I must be off to a septuagenarian’s rounds.