Linking to Hope

If I should ever sit down to write all the words in my head I am quite certain I will become a confirmed insomniac. It seems to me that the words flow inside my head in the dark. The ideas glimmer and then seem to gel into place. But… the second I get up to write them down they vanish. That’s the gist of this post. I had it in my head but now it seems to be a bunch of fragmented spotty segments that won’t tie together.

What just happened

The date — 22/2/22 — auspicious in a numerical sense and yet what will it be remembered for?

Loads on the shelf

I have quite a little stack of books on the trunk by my chair right now.  Just not quite enough hours to read them all but I am slowly working my way through them. There is a reason it’s slow going.

Silent majority no more

My mother always said “if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all” and my dad was a firm believer in not talking politics. Which means I should stay in the silent majority of Canadians, who at this moment, are all biting their tongues.