The question here is: can this post be written by thumb upon my mobile phone.
The answer, clearly, is: yes.
Which only leads to this: now what do I write about?
It was something I hadn’t quite considered when I opened the browser. But, let’s be honest, when have I ever been a loss for something to say?
My day has been packed. I am working to exercise my brain in new ways, using long untouched synapse relationships in the attempt to utilize that organ that offers higher level thought. I would prefer to be eating chocolates, but that doesn’t seem to be on offer.
At this moment in time, I am watching my youngest, Andrew, cavort and tumble around the mats in his Little Gym class. Nearly 14-year old Emma is sitting by my side reading Goldman’s The Princess Bride. I left the teen taller than me, Ian, at home raking the leaves. In the Missouri autumn, this is a job for the likes of Paul Bunyan. Just so long as he carries a proper sized rake.
And all of this leads me to what? Nothing, exactly.
Or everything, if contentment is the goal.