So I sit, clueless, about to attempt to 'blog'. A word that sounds as appetizing as snot or clog. As in -ged up. It reminds me of blocked up school toilets.
Angry incomprehension, a recurring theme lately.
Sunday evening; a palpitation tinged pause at the top of the ski slope, wondering if everything is done up tightly for the launch into the week.
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