I'd say I'm sorry for the lack of posting here of late, but I've misplaced my stash of apologies. Truth be told, the muse went walkabout after a late night argument a while back and hasn't been seen in many a moon. There was an illegible post card from Matamoras, Mexico that came in not too long ago. The only words I could make out were Mezcal and Burro. I'm not sure I even want to know what that's about. I suppose I should be thankful that there was no request for bail money or Mordita from a Mexican jail. So, there's that.
I wish I could say that I am optimistic about the arbitrary time period known as 2023, but it's not off to a great start which is only feeding my cynicism. National politics are an absolute Festival of Flung Fertilizer. It's looking like we may wind up with a historic first in the Speaker of the House Race. Not sure which way that wind is going to blow, but I am reasonable sure it'll smell like a turd.
I'm going to try to experiment with different ways to get my creative juices flowing....maybe interview a new muse or two. Hopefully, I can shake off the cobwebs and make some progress.
Ahhh! The elusive muse... I too, have watch her sashay away and hard to find at times, why I steal from you!
ReplyDeleteCederQ, my didn't so much sashay away as she stormed out in rage that would have made the Tasmanian Devil pause and take notice.
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