In my past writings to you, whether digital or through ink and pen, I have always exuded a deep sense of either happiness or the opposite. Today is not one of those writings. Today I write to you that of puzzlement.
Earlier today I woke up to a lumpy feeling on my toe. To my surprise my toe hairs were in a tangle. How on earth did they get way? Reminds you of a movie crime scene where the detective stares at the victim while holding a cup of joe. Then a police officer approaches him; a notebook in hand. “There was a struggle says one of the witnesses.“
References aside, I could not untangle the hairs and the skin was too dry to make an attempt with the tweezers. I made the call of clipping them all off with my nail clipper and went on to clipping my nails since I had it in hand anyway.
Hoping you have a pleasant imaginary day.
Once in the 4th quarter of the 20th century… Regulus, Denebola, and the other celestial bodies that govern Leo’s formation lit up the heavens to honor the arrival of an infant who would grow trapped in life’s kaleidoscope of pessimism and optimism.
An outdoor enthusiast who struggles to advocate and practice pro-environment initiatives; hoping that he inspires others to make a change for the better of mother Gaia.
A ringmaster in his own world who juggles his caffeine addiction with pizza, pasta, and all that is gastronomically unearthly while barely balancing on a tightrope that is healthy living.
A free thinker and ponderer who hopes to entertain his readers with his wild, far-flung, and unorthodox thought bubble of imagination and ideas with a futile attempt at humor.
A former blogger reborn.