"You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do." -- Eleanor Roosevelt.
A word of wisdom to the lapsed bloggers out there. Who cares what your readers think when you probably don't have any anyway? Write what you want, write it for yourself. Experiment. Go wild. Take chances. Or just post photos of your cocker spaniel.
What you missed or, more likely, didn't miss since I woke up screaming:
-- Within the last month, I started to write emotional rants about the Syria thing, really angry stuff, but I found myself self-censoring because I apparently worried about how you, the unknown reader, would react. You know I like Obama, for the most part, and you might get the wrong idea if I started comparing him to LBJ or george w. bush, two presidents who led us into destructive, unnecessary but corporate money-making wars based entirely on lies. Plus I didn't know how sensitive you might be to over-use of the F word in describing my rage. So I published nothing. I need to take chances of offending you, the perhaps reader, sorry.
-- I started drinking Scotch, thanks in part to going on a binge watching 5 seasons of the amazing TV show Mad Men. I'll have more to say about that (Both about Mad Men and Scotch).
-- To get a fresh start on working out, I dropped my membership at Lifetime Fitness and joined the YMCA. For the past month and a half, I've been obsessed with getting back in shape, and I'm feeling great, and when I'm feeling good, my brain works better.... Let's see if it shows in my renewed blog ...
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