I realized this morning with all this traffic and attention, people are going to expect me to update. To have something funny, witty, or touching to share. Talk about pressure!
I was going to write what I thought was a funny observation about people that I noticed while hanging around the docks yesterday. I started but I just couldn't get the words out. It sounded stupid, even contrived. And, it no longer seemed all that funny. I think this is what "they" call stage fright. Who are "they?" Have you wondered that? I do all the time. I fight "them." I'm a rebel like that. But, yikes, what about this deer in the headlights gaze I have as I stare at my screen.
So, I decided to turn to my book for answers. This is what it said:
"Do not enter where too much is anticipated." ~ Baltasar Gracian
Hopefully, this will pass. I get off early today. Yeah! Maybe, I'll finally write some of the entries I've promised from long ago. There's the hairball entry, the women of Afghan, my friend John, the places that I've lived series. Shoot I've hardly even mentioned my other brothers. I have two more. Maybe I should write about them. But, for now I just won't enter. Too much anticipation has me frozen at my keyboard and well it's time to get ready for work.