I usually don’t get too personal here. And I intend to continue that.
Suffice it to say, it is all well and good to think and to type and to write, but sometimes life must be lived. And by that I mean, sometimes life throws you a big ol’ curveball and the best you can do is swing wildly at it because there’s nothing else to do.
I’m not entirely sure where that metaphor was heading.
In any case.
That’s about all I have to say on the matter. A whole lot of nothing on an undisclosed matter of some sort. Here is a picture of an otter being cute.