I even like Twitter. I really do. It requires little attention, and I've already found that I prefer to follow light humorous entertainment people rather than heavy political "important" people (except for Nick Kristoff and CNN).
But I am not a poet, despite it being National Poetry Month (it makes me think of the Mike Nesmith song I Am Not That, which goes: "I am not a poet, I cannot make a rhyme, I do not know the big words like spritz and paradigm"), so I will not even attempt to write any.
BUT I am writing prose again, which is a good thing (actually, editing; in re-reading the Billy the Kid story, I find I rather like it -- it just needs some expanding here and some cutting there, the product of having been a Nano project). It had been some weeks since I'd last even opened WordPerfect.
I've been doing a fairly intense 30-minute workout but I must have pulled something in my thigh because now it really hurts, dang it. How am I supposed to keep to a regular, consistent workout if my body doesn't cooperate?
What should I make for dinner? Barb is going to stop at the store and pick up some things...
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