I didn't post anything last night. I was down the street at a Kentucky Derby party. Our neighbors have the party every year. Kids are everywhere, the food is great, the keg is cold and there is always a pinata and games involving live chickens. After Miss M fell into the pool, we exited the party and put her to bed. More friends came by and we each took a beverage in hand for a 10:30 PM stroll through the neighborhood.
I relate this in a travelogue, non-embellished way because what I did last night is not my point. My point is that by the time I sat down to blog, it was midnight, I'd had some drinks and my mind was a blank. I want to post everyday and I try to go ahead and write during the day if I know I'll be out late. Miscalculated yesterday. My new tactic is to post twice after an off day to make-up for slacking.
I keep thinking I'll eventually get to the point - not just in this meandering post, but in the reason for being here at all.
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
6 days ago