Wednesday, March 19, 2008

You don't want to know...

...which is a good thing indeed, because I don't want to tell you.

It's not a good day, and I no longer have any ideas to help me deal with any of the excreta that has been flung at me.

Believe me, if I did have the slightest concept of what I should say/do/believe to put things on the right road, I'd be doing it, and not writing short, grumpy journal entries.

When my laundry gets out of the dryer, I think I'll head off for a nice, long walk.

That way, no one can contact me and the most complex interaction I'll have with people is saying "hello" to my fellow walkers.

Yes, all the unpleasant stuff will be waiting for me when I get back.

But at least I'll have had some outdoor time to think about nicer things.

Have to grab a little relaxation and relief where I can.

7 comments:

susananne said...

A walk in the fresh air will help hopefully Mr Scribs..Hope its a better day for you.

maryjane said...

Did the walk help?

MrScribbler said...

Maryjane -- Of course the walk helped. I felt better while out strolling.

Alas, the world didn't shift on its axis while I was out, so the bad stuff was waiting, growling, with fangs bared when I got back....

Anonymous said...

I'm glad the walk helped. I hope you get stuff figured out.

Gill

Kim said...

So agree - a walk is a little reward for all of the crapola. A sunny dose of vitamin whatsit also helps! And doggy and feline spottin.

betty said...

I'm glad you have such a beautiful place to walk. That would make me feel better. :)

Anonymous said...

That sound like a very good idea. Enjoy your walk.
Roz