There I was, sitting on the back step formulating a post (I let ideas drift through, and if one catches into a line that makes a complete sentence, I race inside and start typing. It’s my style.) about the New Media class today and how I almost stood up and shouted "Leftist Pigs!"* when a hummingbird comes over to me and destroys my self-righteous mood.
I hate it when I turn into a marshmallow. I must go poke myself with a stick and lay over some flames for a short bit to harden my shell. I shall return.
*Just goes to show you how emotional reaction can overwhelm rational thought.
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