Yes, you do have a blahg to write tonight, even though you don’t have a lot to say. Or actually you have a *lot* to say but your brain is doing the writer’s block thing or the stuff you would like to write about edges over into the dark side. What dark side? There are two of them. One of them is the whole category of “I-can’t-blahg-about-that”. That means a whole lot of things that I won’t even begin to describe here today. The other one? Oh, it is only the days when my poor, incomplete little bag of life, DNA, body and brain are not working in synch and I am howling at the moon. Or the people inside the house although I am not doing that kind of howling today. I’m just doing it inside my old bag.

Okay. What the heck did I write above there? It is only to say that I am human and I have bad days or weeks and good days or weeks and last week was a bad week and I was questioning who I was and I dunno why because people everywhere were all treating me very nicely and sometimes I think I have it all figured out but somehow a black cloud tried to settle. I beat it back!! I think. It is the end of summer. Even though I enjoy the other seasons a lot, summer has always one of the best for me. When I was a beach urchin, it was the season of running around the beach and woods unfettered and with minimal parental involvement. And I am off the track again. Sigh.

So. those butts there are scraping paint off the old Houghton Lake garage. I am not sure what that old child-sized lawn chair is doing there. I think that if one of those ol’ boyz sat on that chair, he would destroy it. Good night from yer favo-rite writer’s block blahgger. Except I can’t really claim writer’s block because I am just an old bag who writes a blahg. Kee-reist! ’nuff said.

G’night,
KW

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