I’m going to start writing the blog first thing in the morning. I want to start doing that because I’m tired right now and I still have to write this, I’m writing it now, in fact. Writing tired. I don’t like not wanting to write the blog, and I’m surprised by how rarely I feel that way. I’ve only ever forgotten to write it once or twice, I’ve never not written it because I didn’t want to. I haven’t even had to fight that lack of desire. 

But what I really don’t like is that I ought to have an early night, really, I should go to bed before the sun goes down, but because I have to power up my computer and write this gobbledygook I’ll probably look at youtube or read a comic or watch a Ken Burns documentary about a war, Civil or Vietnam. Then it’ll be ten and I’ll be too sleepy to do much night reading at all and that’s a shame, I shouldn’t rob myself of night reading, night reading is a treasure and so’s going to bed while it’s still a little bit sunny. 

The thing about spring is that it’s tiring. 

Out in the sun you’re thankful for it but you’re also not used to it, it saps you and burns you up a bit. I’m still thankful for it, but I’m also a little rosy. I guess that means I oughta go to bed now.