Unproductive Groundpound.
I stepped out the front door for this morning’s walk into a dreary and cold day. The temperature was a degree or two above freezing, but it was farookin’ damp. I hate that. I would rather walk in single digit temperatures with a clear sky and dry air. Still, I forged ahead, looking forward to letting my mind wander into the weird places where posts are often conceived.
It didn’t take long before I remembered that one cannot truly let one’s mind wander when there are sections of sidewalk that are covered with ice and a wandering mind can lead to a broken ass.
And that, dear hearts, is why I don’t have anything worth a damn to write about today.
Friggin’ ice.
