I Am Bored.

Full, declarative sentence. And that’s about all I’ve got. I pride myself (got autocorrected to ‘shelf’ which was actually pretty funny if you are the kind of person that has pride in their shelves) on always having something amazing to do/be/thinkabout/share/andsoonandsoforth. Who needs hashtags? So when nothing was calling me this morning or on the agenda I got rattled. I am always in the middle of a good or adequate book. Or sucky, which was what I finished yesterday and haven’t been called by another yet. The ‘breaking news’ is not, so my morning shows were lame. When the Bachelorette and who got booted from Dancing with the Stars are the lead stories, I know I’m short for the show. And who even watches that crap ugh. (Sorry sorry I know you do and love it). There are always house things that can be piddled at, but when you’re already bored that’s the last thing to do. Which explains all those stuffed closets that will live in that same habitat. It’s a beautiful day! I’m outside in November, and despite having to wear hiking boots to wade through the leaves, I can make it to this outside table. As the writer Elbert Hubbard said, “Positive anything is better than negative nothing.” So I’m trying here. The Plague is slowing my roll. And as much as I love to share this blogue with my millions of followers, I know this one is boring. But yet I can’t stop myself haha. Suffer with me. Keep reading. I’ve got all day. Will be brilliant next time. You just wait…..