Woke just before four in the morning, itchy. Suffered a bit, then put some lotion on. That didn’t help much; some; but still itchy.
And then mind starts to muddle; then speeds up; and it’s the weekend going into a vacation week plus off work.
And so I don’t care so much, too much, about not getting sleep just now; because o can catch a nap latter today if I need it.
And so I give into the muse, the scribble, the sharing, the good. One of my most favorite things. Scribbling down the good. This. Right. Here.
While fill journal pages when I can fill blog posts with the scribble, let you into my particular mind,
Welcome, to the muse.