Well, so much for predictions. I had said I’d be spending time at the computer, working on a Pearl, but, thanks to the stress of helping a friend with a legal issue over the last few days, my own gut decided to give me fits for a few days, making it nearly impossible to sit at all, much less for extended periods in front of my screen. SIGH… So be it.
It’s better now, & a day or two of walking & eating right should fix what’s wrong well enough… with ‘well enough’ as the best for which I may hope at my age. Given the existent paradigm, I’d say I’ll have one ready to post by tomorrow or the next day….. but, don’t hold me to that. Murphy’s been watching me, I can feel it….
In any case, here is a travelogue from my second trip to Ireland; the following posts can fill you in on some of that trip, which began well & ended…. well, let’s just say it ended early, & leave it at that….
Meanwhile, I’ll work on writing something actually worth reading, & go from there. See y’all real soon, relatively speaking. Until then, be well, be happy as you may be, and, stay alert….
gigoid, the dubious
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
~~ T. S. Eliot, “Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock” ~~
Good morning, ffolkes. Last night, Wednesday night, I spent in Dublin, having flown from San Francisco on a flight with a connection in Washington D.C.. Total time from walking out my door (at 0630 Tuesday) to falling into a bed at 12 noon Wednesday for a nap, was about 29 hours, or a bit more. When I managed to get a bit of rest, and some dinner, I hit the rack at 7 PM to engage in my nightly battle to sleep, this time with the added complications of extreme…
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