cymitchell

Next in my life is talking about what I know not.  Next. 

I'm not sure what I am to do. I believe we all think this from time to time, but I seem to be dwelling on this. I'm not sure what I am to do. 

Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps, cross-eyed mosquitoes, and bow-legged ants, I come before you to sit behind you and tell you a story I know nothing about. Admission is free, so pay at the door, pull out a chair, and sit on the floor One sunny day in the middle of the night, two dead boys arose to fight. Back-to-back, they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A mute man shrieked at the fright, and a lame man danced at the ghastly sight. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came to kill the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, for he saw it too.

I am always amazed how fast time goes by. March 2021. A year with Covid-19. I must fix this.  I am fighting with myself each and every day. Bad days, I sleep 12+ hours and barely move. Good days, I shower.  Some days I can't figure out how to step outside and most days stay in. Why deal with anything? My memory is my safety. I forget anything I don't want to remember. Bad news? Bad day? No big deal, I'll forget that day in a few hours.  I am alive. 

I was searching through and found that I can post to Blogger and Twitter at the same time. Only one way to see if this works.  Test time! 👍

Time Flies when you are... absent of yourself March 2018 How is it that the last time I posted was March 2018.  Wow.

today I noticed that when I am alone, I am OK. I noticed that I find my way around. even when the mind tries to block me over and over