So, I’m still kinda muddled about the thing I posted about a couple of days ago. This doesn’t happen very often, me being a “Live in the Now” kind of person. I’m not dwelling on the conversations I had nor am I fuming about what made me muddled, it’s more of — I’m just about to get over it, then something else happens that puts me right back in that frame of mind. I blame it being an election year. Every four years, we here in the United States lose our collective minds and it just spills over into every aspect of our everyday lives. I can’t escape it unless I crawl into a (figurative) cave and wait it out until election day — which, by the way, has been my response most election years. But circumstances won’t let me get my cave groove on this election year so I’m forced to grit my teeth and bear the world.
I’m often ill-equipped to bear the world. It’s part of what makes me unable to work.
But that’s not what I came on here to talk about. ^_^
So, I’ve been sitting here for the last five minutes trying to remember what it was that I came on here to post about, but I’ve forgotten. Blah. That’s what happens when the mind is muddled. It was a happy thought, I assure y’all.
So anyway, I saw something flash by me on Facebook yesterday, but I can’t find it again. I recreated it here for your amusement. It pertains to yesterday’s daily prompt – handwriting, which I covered in a previous post, but I figured y’all might find this an interesting thought.
Due to arthritis and a weak grip, my handwriting is shaky at best, so y’all will have to excuse the less than stellar penmanship. I used to have much better handwriting. I worked hard at it. Now it’s… meh. But at least it’s legible. There was a time when it wasn’t. Ah well, age catches up with all of us, right? ^_^