So. Remember a while ago I said I would either not post as often, and/or post more substantial readings?
This is the caught-in-between post. The post that says, I want to still write, but can’t think of anything to write about.
I could recount my housecleaning endeavors, but not too sure that’s what you’re interested in. And I don’t have it in me to write a poem about dust bunnies. Not today.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in prayer, more than I have for a few months. It’s soothing, and peaceful, and comforting. But that’s all I can say. Every person’s relationship with God is different. And mine is turning more and more personal. So the details are not something I can casually blog about.
I saw Men in Black 3 this weekend. Twice, in fact! And it was great. Both times. Josh Brolin does an amazing portrayal of a young Agent K. If you haven’t seen any of the MIB movies, I strongly recommend them. Seeing MIB3 makes me want to break out the DVD set of I & II. So I guess you know what I’ll be watching by the time you’re reading this.
My house smells like smoke. Like fire. One of my neighbors is having a loud late-night party complete with firepit.
I miss writing. I miss writing with a purpose; substantial postings. I miss it. So I decided earlier today that I’m going to write more and read more.
But right now, I’m going to sleep more. And so ends this Sunday’s stream of consciousness writing.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!