It's really time for me to go to work

I often hear bloggers suggest that their absences coincide with rough times. My absences are the opposite. Writing is not my natural creative outlet, more of a space to process. Life is spiffy for me at the moment, which seems to leave me with little to say. Yet, I have this blank space here that calls for something in it........

I trail off and need to paint......

Perhaps, that is the way th.......

more trailing.....

my natural writing skill emerges.......

yet doesn't.....

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Derailed

Cabbage, but then Lux Interior died. Was it really that long ago that I rubbed his chest? Wow, it was nearly 15 years ago. It was so smooth, everybody else was doing it, then we all jumped off a bridge and it was punk rock.