Nowhere and everywhere

  Try and do some writing. Nearly Christmas, now well into the second decade of the first century of the new millennium. Kinda feeling shabby right now. Just been farting around all day, so the days, weeks, years go through the hourglass of time (probably not the correct wording  but my approximation). 

  I curiously have nothing to say, though if I’m fueled by copious amounts of coffee it comes tumbling out irrepressibly. Tomorrow I’m supposed to get out there and do something. Get down to the Doc’s and get some forms filled out. Supposed to head down to St. James to see my Granddaughter later on in the day as well, so I will have the makings of a long day. 

  Its frustrating trying to get something done on this medium. I’m all over the place and nowhere at once. I don’t feel able to get introspective or contemplative or whatever else is conducive at all. I’m on when I’m out of reach of the means. I don’t know if it would be all that great anyway. I still feel there’s some sort of imperative, ridiculous as it seems.