The sun is out now, but it is still in the low forties this morning. I went out and bought a chicken for dinner tonight. I read a couple chapters in an old book I have on blogging, but it really didn’t help me much as far as this blog goes. This is just a personal log of my problems so far, and a very few of my poems.
I picked up a dozen hot peppers when I was at the store this morning. They help with the pain I get in my legs when I walk. I have to get on it today and do something constructive. Sitting around writing about my personal problems accomplishes nothing. People already know about the problems of the world through the daily news, so there’s no point talking about those either. Seriously, what am I doing writing a blog anyway?