TMO

I go out on the balcony sometimes, and I take out the Moto G7 Power, and I write blog posts like this one on (sub)TMO. Sometimes, when immersed and absorbed within my own thoughts, feelings, I sort of become completely aware that I not only have those (very) negative

Like the old phrase "make yourself useful" - be it in a small way, or making a big difference, putting out an effort into the world, especially when FOR other people, feels damn good. Earlier, I sat at my computer - hating the Internet, not wanting to watch a YouTube

I got up (an hour ago), had instant coffee, and recognized that my dry mouth I was experiencing with my morning joe was affiliated with the dirty/grimy/bacteria-ridden Weber pipe I have. It's been used and used and used and used, and it needs to be cleaned, reemed out,

Was feeling catywompus, not like myself, physically. Just sort of "spent", burnt out, bored, lonely, etc., and every time I sat down at the computer, I would visit YouTube, see a video (comedy) that was worth watching be it a Family Guy clip, or a YT comedian, and watch a

Damn, it was good to take a step away from writing/journaling. I don't know when the last update was. Last night? The day was whatever. Uneventful. I'm not even real keen to write something - just figured I would from muscle memory - or something. back soon

Sometimes, the blog (or my blog, for me) is the only respite. Namely the editor. I used to go to Read.write.as on the regular. A place to see bloggers (as well as mine) in the feed, like-minded people, some daily "loggers", some every so often, some springing from

Filed under: saying a thing online that can never truly be understood/felt/signified, because it is online, and not conveyed through human interaction/emotion In fact, as I write the words, I am sure the "self"-substance to the intention (though I will have/keep/cherish the words) behind

What type of clouds are these? I call them scattered, jumbled clouds. That's the meteorological term for them ;) Just looked nice, needed to be captured so there's a snappy snoo later

I wonder where blog posts come from? Like is it an alignment of the stars? A handful of pixie dust tossed from a passing fairy? A chemical reaction to caffeine intake? Whatever it is, people just sort of do them, as I do them, and I never really can figure

I woke up. Skipped the computer. I mentally/metaphorically flipped it off. Wanting just coffee and just sunshine first thing today. So I made Maxwell House. Poured it. Went to the balcony. Sipped in the sun and felt fine. I needed to message some people, though. It had been X