This household is full of excitement as our favorite band is coming out with
five new hits tomorrow, after seemingly disappearing for quite awhile.
I hope I will not be disappearing anytime soon, but a scare, or what they
call a scare, I really don’t allow things to scare me but needed to act with the
utmost prudence, sent me to the emergency room.
The rumors have been confirmed true. I am just too sweet, or “beyond sweet”
in my wife’s words.
The demands of the garden and the vision I have for our small piece of this
world, amplified by the time restraints brought by a coming Winter, have kept me
working in the physical realm. I have had little time to write, or rather build
up the motivation to write.
Now a whole new distraction of investing in what is at this time required to
restore my health keeps me listening to various YouTube doctors. And if a doctor
is on YouTube you know they must be right.
I will focus on finishing up the short stories and a tale of “Life on the
Farm”. The title may be misleading here, but maybe not. I have no new stories
growing in my mind. I have to get these out first. My regained memories, not in
the news, required no input from outside sources to come to mind, just the
healing properties of time and goodwill to all, even to those seeking my
destruction.
In my book, as the expression goes, that really creates content of
significance for a writer. It is easy to see the evil, but submitting to
the good gifts you with understanding.
A Varidesk may benefit my condition.
Thank you for reading.
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