old granny's world
Why ?
Why is the middle of the night the ONLY time my brain seems to function like I want it to? During the day it bounces and skitters like a ping pong ball in a wind storm or floats in a strange soft fog. But let the midnight bell toll and things start to come into focus. It is a strange phenomenon I shall attribute to the well known midnight oil theory. That must be what loosens the rusty gears in my head and gets them turning. However, that same oil must be what makes sleep keep slipsliding away.
dead center
The dog needs a bath, I need a shower, the bed needs making, but I am stuck, dead center, here at the computer. I tell myself at least my brain is busy. I need to find a way a way to convert brainpower into muscle power. Ah, that is called self discipline and I can't seem to find that key on my keyboard.
a new approach
Since my brain won't focus for long enough to post a proper blog,
thought I'd try some haiku. It's short but still a challenge.
my dog licks my hand
and I pet her soft grey ears
uncomplicated
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