It’s 110 degrees outside right now. You’d think I’d be used to it, as my quasi-indigenous upbringing would allow me to move past an attitudinal Jurassic age and just let Lethargus Rex go extinct.
But I don’t. I’m laying about like some demotivated manatee.
I started to follow-up on my previously-alluded-to “reader’s block” affliction, but I demurred.
I stated to write about two 90-plus years-old men that managed to show up to Omaha Beach on June 6 in the most unlikely of ways, and then draw a scathing comparison of them to the beta-male, brace-wearing, I-just-sustained-an-OJI-from-trying-to-jump-on-the-gravy-train redshirt consortium in which I find myself these days.
But I twisted a hoof when the gate dropped.
Then it hit me. I’ve already sat around for hours, noodling Adobe After Effects, and in reality, crafting a veritable celluloid metaphor for this entire, appallingly anemic post:
And we’ll leave it at that.
Master Of None 
Hmm… Maybe it’s something in the space-time fabric.
It hit the 80’s here in Vermont, yesterday, and I went running after work. After running all winter in anything from 20’s to single-digits below zero, the heat and humidity are eating my lunch. I felt horrible by the time I got home (yes, I hydrated along the way) and lost all motivation to do much of anything except watch YouTube videos of guitarists I like. Today, on my day off, I slept in most of the morning and I am trying to motivate myself to do something productive with the day. I haven’t had too much success yet, and the day is half gone…
Thanks for giving me someone (you!) to vicariously commiserate with.
No worries, bro! Thanks for pitching in over here!
Well, given my predilection towards verbal and written communication, I could probably dominate the “Comments” section of your blog. I will try not to do that. I had to discipline myself not to dominate the discussion portion of classes I took. For one class I purposely chose to not say much the entire semester. I still contributed, though just not as much as usual. It was a good exercise in verbal discipline for me. I have tried to be a better listener, but I’m afraid I’m not always good at keeping my mouth shut.