Advice to self: Break out; force yourself:
So it was that I sat down to the keyboard and attempted to develop a post. I was three sentences in when I realized that I was producing a rant. Not good.
Do not desert* me. I hope to be back. Sooner rather than later, but we can only wait and see.
May goodness and love be yours in the meantime.
2√2b2
*Speaking of desert, or rather dessert in this case, the rhubarb is in! I cut up a pile of it, BBBH made sauce. We have had it on cake, on ice cream, and straight. How blessed we are!
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My eyes read "may goodness and..." and my brain read "May goodness and mercy follow you all the days of your life".
Grace, that is a good thing. That Psalm went through my mind when I typed the line. I almost went back and wrote "mercy."
An afternoon outdoors has improved my outlook, just so you know. :-)
The delete button is underrated.
I love rhubarb sauce. I am dreaming of it over vanilla ice cream. YUM!
Lin, the delete button is my friend.
That's my dish-- rhubarb over vanilla ice cream. Hmm. 9:45. Perhaps it is time for another go-round.
You'll be back soon.
Writer's block. It happens.
Have you tried rhubarb shortcake? Yum!
Vee, one hopes.
Ilene, or Spring fever?
Chuck, yep; yum, indeed.
Rant away my friend. Sometimes it is good for you. ツ
KC Bob,. rants are sometimes cathartic and I am given to writing one occasionally. I don't post them unless I think I find some redeeming social value in them. :-0
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