Semi-Daily Scribbles

I'm supposed to be moving day-to-day command center operations from the head to the heart, or so sayeth 2017. Never been much good with plumbing the murky depths of Feelings and Emotions. Too many bends in the pipe. Reckon emotivity is good for something, but what an awful sticky thing. Way easier to let that comfortably numbing hum thrum away in the pit of the belly and the back of the brain. The old ticker has enough to do than to be bothered by keeping time with the syncopated rhythms of the song of songs.