Looking at another midnight coming up with zero interest in finishing what I had planned to post today. I can’t even claim I has the dumb or the sleepy. Maybe it’s the season. Maybe it’s the approaching anniversary of starting this blog. I just seem to be stuck in the “Why bother?” phase.
And why should I bother, after all? I’ve proven to myself that I can write a couple hundred words and expose them to indifference on a daily basis. I don’t have to keep this up. To wildly misphrase W.C. Fields, I can stop any time.
But I have gotten some useful things out of posting notes here, tagging them, sorting through them and looking for patterns. It’s been a handy place to look things up. Really, though, there’s only one thing that keeps this blog going right now.
Because I can.
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