Dusting it off...

I think I'm not the only one; I feel like I just barely get my feet under me and "life" knocks them out from under me again. I think I'm going to start doing something good for my self or helpful to some one else, and then I fall flat on my behind. Flat. On. My. Behind. 

This is my 3rd draft of today's blog. I think I'll change to title from "Dusting it off" to "perfect timing"... still not sure. 

The other drafts were getting long winded with no end in sight. I was droning on about where I'd been & what I'd been doing... I've got another idea. Let's pretend this is a conversation. 

We'll start with small talk and move outward and around.

I'm fixing pre-seasoned chicken for dinner, and a sort of celery soup. 

I'll ask you two questions;

1) What are you having for dinner (yes, you can say "none of your beeswax")?

2) What time do you usually have dinner?

I'd like to answer Q 2); "after dark, usually." I'm sure it has something to do with our lack of sense of time.