My anxiety has waxed and waned over the last few weeks or so. But each night as I lay in bed, she who must be obeyed drifts off to sleep and the cats - after a manic 5 minutes - settle to sleep with one on my chest, I peer in the window of the Midnight and read the conversations while nursing a mug of hot sweet tea in the corner.
Some are deep, some thoughtful, some light hearted. All are honest and interesting. They take my mind away from my thoughts.
I am grateful. You all help. Thank you.
I am conscious of a desire to write something, to 'give back' as such. I am also aware my recent post deservedly got the charming verdict of being "that's a lotta everything but fun". (Taken in good humour young ~inquiry)
Sadly there has been some more "everything but fun",
While sad and worrying respectively they have had the effect of being a "kick up the pants*"
[*ruder versions available]
Small stuff but a start.
"Attitude determines altitude" is true not just of aircraft.
~bartender, a drink for all please, and a large kipper for smudge.
Cheers!"
Hang in there!
Not that it's necessarily your <lame humor attempt in three.. two..> cup of tea, but I chanced upon and listened to the first of the mp3's listed here, today, and rather enjoyed it... so maybe/hopefully you too:
Thank you :)