The engine started right up this morning, virtually roared to life, vroom. I put it in gear, I stepped on the gas, and the wheels locked tight. Isn’t that great?
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. I’d planned for a change of scenery at least. Maybe not a thrill ride, but a pleasant little jaunt into fresh territory. But, nope, not gonna happen. My mistake, I believe, was taking time off, too much time off. Now, I’ve lost my mojo.
How long’s it been since a decent, engaging post appeared in this space, you ask? Well, I had to check, scroll back weeks, all the way to December to find anything I’d consider enjoyable. And even then I had to lower the bar of enjoyable to acceptable. This is incredibly discouraging, of course, but is not insurmountable. Just frustrating. So, please, bear with through this hair-pulling, tooth-gnashing time of inactivity. It will end, as surely as winter and hangovers. My enthusiasm will bloom again.
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