Truth be told in These titles mean nothing.

I’m in a funny mood this morning. Not hilarious, but not extremely odd either. I’m not even sure what I want to say. What I can say. What would be wise. Or comforting. To either you or to me. I even wonder how far I’ll go. Do I have another paragraph in me? Sometimes when I want to write but I’m uncertain what I want to say, I just go to 750 words where no one will ever read what I say. I get the satisfaction of typing words onto the screen and I can go back and read them if I’m motivated to do it, but I don’t have to wonder how what I say will affect others.

I have no big complaints. Maybe no small ones. Funny thing, the thing that seems to be bothering me is the program on Wisconsin Public Radio about organic farming and community supported agriculture. It was followed by one on homemade cleaning products. I felt hippied in. Funny because I generally consider myself a hippie. Or is it, or was it, hippy? Either way I was in the right time frame.

Oh hell. I need to move on. I need to find something to do. I need to go back to bed. I need to hang out clothes and walk around the house. I guess it’s just one of those days. Things could be better but they sure could be worse as well.