I RACKED MY BRAINS today for something "thoughtful" to say.
Had my topic. Tore off a bit of old fish-&-chip paper, got a betting shop pen, sat on corner of bed to write it out "properly" ... felt utterly stumped, like I haven't done since school days and a drab essay title.
So I lay down on said bed and slept all afternoon. I still have that midwinter feeling. Hibernation.
My only vaguely meaningful activity of today has been a spot of blog-surfing this morning. It was that, and logging on to my own, facing the blue and having nothing to say that inspired me to that attempt with pen and paper. I don't think the days are far away when a vast tranche of the population simply won't be able to write without the fluidity of wordprocessing. Academic examiners are already noticing this problem developing in schools.
And now I'm getting it myself.
(Or maybe I'm just tired & uninspired.)
See you all tomorrow!
PS Thanks for all the "hyperlink" advice (that's what it's called, isn't it?) I shall brave my way with it tomorrow ...
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