I've awoken to a fog so thick that I can barely see the trees at the edge of the property. The dog somehow knows when I'm awake because he scratches at the front door until I answer, and letting him in, I see that he's soaking wet from the moisture in the air and the dew on the ground.
This morning will be spent cleaning. I haven’t done this for weeks except for the occasional vacuum or sweeping and I can no longer stand the mess. If you came here, you’d ask, “what mess – what are you talking about?” And then you would look closer and see the dust and the dog fur and the soap scum. And I’ll stop now.
I hope I don’t sound depressed. I’m not.
It’s just that I’ve been writing this blog on a near-daily basis since the end of 2007 and am wondering, as I do sometimes, if it’s worth it to keep going. If you blog, don’t even tell me that you haven’t thought this yourself. I haven’t cultivated ‘friends’ like so many other serious bloggers do, mainly because I simply don’t have the time.
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And now, a few questions for you, because inquiring minds need to know on this quiet, fog-enshrouded Saturday morning . . .
1. What is your favorite way to travel (train, plane, automobile . . .)?
2. Who is your favorite person to travel with?
3. What is the best vacation you’ve ever taken?
See you in the comments, my friends . . .