I think about posting a lot.
I have so much in me that I'm dying to write about.
And I wonder, why don't I ever get to it?
Here is the answer. The minute I decide, "OK, I'm going to sit down and write this," I notice that it's alarmingly quiet downstairs.
Inevitably, I will find this:
Apparently, she's making "chocolate cake." Really, that's her leftover Subway "Veggie Lovers" Sandwich covered in strawberry yogurt. In her mug, she's mixing decaf peppermint tea with yogurt, bread, olives, and lettuce.
Twenty minutes later, the mess was clean, and the moment was...poof!...gone.
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