Shower wisdom

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Unbeflummeled. Sigahawnish. Dodenmochen. I swore I’d come here first today, Friday, December 27, a gray, rain on top of snow day, before I looked at anything, before I took my shower, but I happened to catch a blip on my phone, a word curtain, which rose up and away. It said, uh, sha-ma-heem something. Then the silliness flowed out of the showerhead, nonsense all around , as I stated very elegantly above.

But I needed to push out a little story, my first since surgery, and I will a bit later on today. It’s just that worry runs around every creative notion I have this late 2024 .. worry in the form of little fairy devils circling me in the woods, hopping and holding hands, saying,

“How you getting out of this one, bucko?” “Yeah, how you going to write something now?” “We’ve got you.” “You’ll have to squish one of us, but you can’t squish all of us.” “We’ll keep tickling and poking and distracting you with funny memes until you can’t remember what you wanted to say.” “Yeah, bub, what you going to do about it?” “He’s gonna cry now, look!”

Haha, well I took that a bit far, didn’t I? which tells me I need to write ‘fore I squander all the phosphenes I woke up with today.

We really only get so many.

I’ll get back to my fiction piece now and hit send again. What’s held me back, the neck pain and Christmas jollies, and being a Christmas pain in the neck, have delivered a hit on writing. Whine whine.

Or caw caw. The crows are cawing over the dank neighborhood, one of my favorite sounds on earth. What the hell are they on about?

Blessings be, of family, hugs, big tolerance, leftovers, insight that things are bigger than us, that we’re smaller than it, and nipped words to us all, but to some of us more than others, wink-wink, so we can get along.

Haha, you’re listening to the biggest mouth, indiscreet knucklehead I know.