To blog or not to blog. That is the question
Whether 'tis kinder not to loose the slings and arrows of a wandering mind
or to take arms against those that annoy and by thus writing, satisfy my restless soul.
We live, we breathe, we feel; particularly the arthritis of my knee.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there's the rub. To dream of brilliant meals and such delights and
know that they will speed this mortal coil: There are some rules fot this long life.
Not whips and scorns but weight and wrinkles.
thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
And this poor scribe does wonder whether it is better not to write
but to allow perhaps unwilling readers to have their peace
and no more random rants.
