Spontaneous Redirection

It is not late at all. 9:19:19, as a matter of fact. But, I know myself very well and if I stay up when I’m tired I’m either going to overeat or over drink. So, to bed it is. BTW, that time is an 11. 🙂




Needless to say, I don’t need to go to the market this morning, or I wouldn’t be writing. I get lost in writing and then it would be a rush out the door. I know that I need to go every other week. I make salads up in bulk and plan exactly what I’m going to cook. That way everything gets used up right away.

I hate vegetables staring at me when I open the refrigerator. Some can be really bitchy. I let celery hang out because it lasts forever in water and the soup tastes better if the water is saturated with celery essence. But I digress. I plan to sit and try to figure out this Walker thing. Or really, let me explain what I’ve put together so far.

Before I started this blog, the impetus for it, was one evening, on the way home from work, I was sitting two intersections from my home when I decided to turn right instead and go to the Humane Society. There was a perfect little dog there, Prince. I mentioned him in my first blog, after Prince died. That little storyline brought me to my computer and put me in touch with my need to write from the heart.


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