Frog Love

One of the odd things about maintaining a blog is that sometimes, when one is content and the bile ducts are cleared out and things don't seem to be going to shit any faster than the rest of the times in my life, and I don't really care anyway.........well, your idea factory running around in your head comes up kinda empty.

I was thinking about writing something about the French and my love-hate relationship with things froggy.  But hell, now that the Gilets Jaunes are pushing back against the globalist fuckwads, I am suspending judgement. 

So then what?  I am in a digestion mode for philosophy of any type, so I have nothing there, just a bunch of inchoate conflicts.

So lately I have been taking care of day to day business and just allowing that to guide me.  Sometimes the homely work that consists of "chop wood, carry water" can carry you through times of indecision.

I am not used to contentment.  Most of my life has been spent not being content with not being/having/knowing enough.  Now, don't think for a moment that I am/have/know enough, I just seem to have come to a place where I have said to myself "well...fuck it, I'm good".