Was just thinking about when I took up this blogging lark seriously a year or so ago that I was determined to compose at least a post a week. I have obviously failed miserably at this, and I deserve to be beaten severely for my crimes.
Well perhaps not. Obviously quality is more important than quantity. I do enjoy writing though, and it pleases me no end to know that people read this, even if I struggle to understand why sometimes. I am assured however that people do seem to enjoy reading.
However, no pithy points or wisdom today, I find myself too overcome with the flu to wax lyrical. This has frustrated me no end, as it has (as man flu invariably does) left me feeling fairly miserable, tired, and with a sore head. I have spent a fair bit of the weekend lying down and resting. It hasn't been a complete waste of time though. I have looked at expanding my spiritual practice and making a better connection to higher realities. I had a little win on the lottery, and generally enjoyed my time spent with Esther. I didn't enjoy the rain and the very wet interior of my car though. I am used to that though, it's part of the life of the convertible owner.
So no wisdom, no application, no deeper meaning to my words. Just go out and enjoy yourselves.
I will write some more when the mood strikes me.
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