Tuesday, February 17, 2015
A little plebeian. A little mundane. My uncertainty. It has nothing to do with the form my life shall take from this day forward. It has nothing to do with my spiritual well being. It has nothing to do with my psychological development. Although I probably should be worried about all of those. No, it's nothing world shaking. Nothing important. I'm just uncertain whether or not I feel the need to write, or the infra-red heater sits right next to the computer and is blowing this delightful warm air on me while I write. And, come to think of it, the title is a lie. It's the heat. And you are loved!