Another month underground in the sunshine, and I’ve popped my head into the gray and blue of the world outside to see if I still have a web site. Somehow my stats say I still have people who visit every now and again. Imagine that.
While most of the month has gone by well, there have been a few occasions where I’ve given and received grief that could have been avoided with just a couple of well timed communications. And then there were times when just keeping my big yap shut and my big ears open would have done wonders. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out when to do which, and other times it’s just hard to do — period.
Okay, what other vague and foggy bits of wisdom can I impart here? Fire is hot and ice is cold. Brakes are for stopping, unless you’ve gone far too long without replacing them, in which case brakes are for chewing apart your drums and rotors and increasing your auto repair bills exponentially. Cleaning lung out of your pots is easier than cleaning pot out of your lungs (or so I would imagine). That, and babies decide when they are born, and you can toss any preconceived notion of a schedule out the window.
Oh, and if anyone reading this thinks it’s about them, they’re probably wrong. If anyone reading this thinks it isn’t about them, then it probably is. Wrong is right and right is the opposite of left.
You still reading this crap? Go outside and play in the river or something!