Wow, it’s March 30th all ready? Where did the time go?
A year ago, I made a promise to blog all the time. So much for that.
I was in a groove (spring), stumbled a bit (Summer), got distracted (Fall) and then totally lost it(Winter).
If I was a blues player, I’d sing:
I found my goove, sittin’ under a tree;
Yeah, I found my groove, sittin’ under a tree;
It was there all along, just waitin’ up for me.
Somehow, all the in’ makes me imagine Sarah Palin with a blue fedora and a Harmonica.
I think I just got the heebie jeebies. Ol’ Little Walter must be crying in his coffin at the thought.
And I might have just killed my groove. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
1 comment:
You always have your Q-roove. Sometimes it's hiding and you just have to find it and drag it out by its little Q-roove tail.
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