A bit of nothing in order to force myself to keep the fingers moving on the keys...

Blank page, blank mind. Blank Sunday. I'm moving the fingers, at least, and with that, something is developing. I have no idea what, but there is a little more black on the page now. Effort = results = pride in progress. Or so I've been telling myself for lo these 13 years.

Great long A-Dub birthday weekend. We cruised to Portland on Friday for lunch at Bull Feeney's, tripped a bit through the Old Port, back home for reading and crashing and margs at Margs. Splitting wood in a brilliant, brisk spring day that owed much more to late October than late March yesterday, laughs and love with the 'rents, a muted smoky sky on the way home. And now here and now and nothing of worth to report.

But I'll keep trying...

Keep on moving, don't stop...

So long Winter, literally and figuratively. It's WARM today: 70s for the first day of Spring. Makes the sepia landscape and bare trees a little easier to take. I'm full of BBQ and ice cream, and starting to be full of a decent Cuvee Blanc. A bit windy for the porch, but I shall try it again in a few. So far, so good.

In the meantime, I'm going to piss off with impunity. For a bit. It's been a full-court press on the business front of late, and I've got some solid leads. The seeds are starting to blossom. Work hard, get rewarded hard eventually. It's an amazing time: my goal of retiring from the cube on 09/12/12 is actually realistic. I'm going for it! This is the overtime-rich portion of my life. Knowing that it's going to pay off makes the work not work. Not a bad thing.

Blather, blah, feh. Must make more effort to keep the fingers moving creatively, though. Here is today's attempt...