Ffolkes,

Though feeling a bit better, my curmudgeonry continues to rear its disturbing head; I only left the house yesterday once, to take a walk, & nearly lost it at a mundane, the only one who crossed my path. Fortunately for us both, I kept walking, allowing him to live, though it required immense effort to withhold my hand from burying my knife in his throat…. SIGH…. I suppose it’s for the best….

Needless to say, I’m not in the mood to write; anything I produce today would have to be heavily edited, to tone down the rage at the machine, which, while liberating, can also be infuriatingly maddening, indicative of the inner fire burning as if fueled by high octane gas. Since I have no desire to spend so much time in such an unproductive state of mind, nor to suffer the concomitant passionate anger, we’ll sublimate the urge to work it all out on the keyboard, by re-blogging another archived Pearl today.

This one is pretty decent, but, since it apparently got overlooked by all but my most faithful readers, I’m giving it another shot at fame today. I think, perhaps, I should be able to put out something fresh tomorrow; time will tell, but, it looks good for that. I’ll leave this missive on that positive note, & merely wish you a day you may enjoy; hopefully, reading today’s Pearl will aid in finding such peace…. If not, oh, well; I’ll try again tomorrow…. See ya, ffolkes; wish me well in my quest to refrain from killing random mundanes….

Love

gigoid, the dubious curmudgeon….