Talking Airwaves

Pace dictates a lot.  Nothing takes longer than waiting.  Quicken at your own risk, though.  There's too much you'd like to happen fast that nobody else does.

Chatter increases for no good reason.  Disguised as sense, nonsense floods.  Listening to traffic ebbs and flows beat the air moves time like blabbering water in a creek. 

Humpday

Breaking up the week requires waypoints.  Getting there can make the week better.  Not getting there is still okay; hitting them at the right time just puts points in the plus column.

The End Game

Long jokes are a gamble.  They don't always pay off.  When they do, it's priceless; when they don't, recovery might not be possible.

It's a good thing I find everything funny.

Mind-Wipe

I love it when I think about something off-and-on, all day long, and think, "I can blog that later," only to get home and say, "What was it I was thinking about?"  That's where I am.  A commentary on my brain.  Or lack thereof, I should say.

From time to time, I'd add a sentence and think, "Yeah, that'll fit well."  It's all gone.  Every idea, every word... all gone.  I remember the process off adding the sentence, but not the contents.

Less than an hour's drive wiped my memory.  I didn't even listen to much on the radio.  Something did it.  Whatever it was, it blanked out my head.

Warm and Caffeinated

Hot coffee, when it's cold outside, provides a comforting contrast.  Fauna stirs in the cold.  How their tiny bodies handle cold so well remains one of the mysteries the creator miraculously solved.  After all, they don't have coffee.

Behind the Times

Most old stuff that makes you think, "That's ahead of it's time," really isn't.  It just means there were probably a lot of people thinking about whatever subject you believe to be recent a lot earlier than you thought.  If you believe those topics are important, it also means you're probably not as well researched on the history of those important topics as you think.

No Place Like It

I woke up too early, today, making the day seem longer than usual.  After work, I got some chili for my dad and I to eat when I went by to see him.  After we'd been sitting there for little while, eating chili and watching old westerns, I got this feeling that I'd been out in the world too long, today.  I needed to get home.

Nothing feels as good, anymore, as being at home.  I believe it wouldn't be hard for me to become a hermit.  I know 'feeling at home' is a thing, but this is more than just comfort.  There used to be many reasons to want to go places.  Now, my house beats all of that.  I prefer it to anywhere else.