If I was a terribly responsible blogger, I would make a list of
subjects to prattle on about on days such as these. A backup collection of
post-points I could cannibalize whenever the need arises.
However, I make it a point never to plan ahead for these daily
word-fests. Spontaneity, my anorexic ego claims, is the key to this blog’s
continued success. I write whatever comes out of my pre-dawn brain in a bold
and reckless act of “on the fly.”
Unfortunately, every so often, the old gray matter coughs out nothing
but a big, fat dud.
So, boys and girls, let’s welcome this month’s dud to the stage.
Apologies, friends.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
