Unexpected

If I blog about not blogging, am I an oxymoron? Doing this post just so I could use that line, not gonna lie.

Chronic pain and illness are partially, if not wholly, responsible for the completely blank and arid condition of my brain. I recognize that this time of year is kind of a lull following the hustle and bustle of holidays. Throw in a global pandemic. There it is. So, the folks maintaining a high level of activity and achievement are the odd ones, not those of us who find ourselves wandering in a surreal world we could never have predicted, well, unless you’re a futurist.

Oxymoron or not, writing this little missive about not writing is also more than I expected. Hope this finds you however it finds you.