Not This Week

            I’m not going to write a blog entry this week. My friend Bill suggested that I write one on aging, but I think I already wrote and posted one on the subject. Maybe two. Or maybe not – I can’t remember. I could maybe look it up and see if I published one, but I’m not sure of the title or date. My computer probably has a search function that would help me find it, but then I’d have to figure out how to do something new on my computer, and you know how that goes.

 

            Of course, what else am I going to do with my time? Do some jumping jacks? Maybe have sex a few times?  Buy a new suit? Dig a hole? Bill said something about identifying paradigm shifts, but I can’t find his email to see what he said, and I can’t find my reading glasses to find his email. And I’m not sure what a paradigm is, anyway. (I used to think that a paradigm was 20 cents, but now I’m not so sure.) I blame Donald Trump for all this, but I can’t remember why he’s responsible. Or maybe it was Biden.

 

            So, I’m not going to do a blog entry this week. It’s my first miss in about six years. Or maybe I missed one two years ago. Maybe I’ll ask Kim when she gets back from wherever she told me she is going. I think I’ll take a nap.