Category: Direction
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Wordle: Washday
It was the final straw. Clothes strewn across the floor. Laundry basket upside down, Socks writhed around the dressing gown, Inside out tie dye shirts And a major darks with lights alert. Sunday bests with overalls Deplorable… and that’s not all… A new washing powder yet to try Spring-fresh something with wild rye And conditioner…
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The Frowning Nose
‘Tis such a blow You know When all you see Is ya nose And all the more so, Though, When it looks so frowny. It’s a slow blogging day today. My Gravatar Avatar has served me well over the past few years. A representation of my face in a perfectly formed square, with a pleasant…
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Thursday. The day before the day before.
Today, as you know, is Thursday. Unless you aren’t reading this today, and then it might not be… although you could be reading it on a different Thursday, so then it is again. This Thursday, today, the one I’m writing on, is a Thursday, and will remain so for the next few hours. I’m back…
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Harrumph! Groan. Mutter. Grumble. Gripe.
I’m feeling stressed, and my skin is showing it. I’m feeling tired, and my eyes are showing it. I’m feeling achy, and my movements are showing it. I’m feeling rushed, and everything I do is showing it. And because everything is showing how I’m feeling, I’m feeling ratty. Grrr. I mean squeeeeeeeak. So… I think…
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The issue of time
If time is an illusion, then I should be able to manipulate the illusion to work better with me. I should be able to say “Look, time, I need more of you at present as I have A, B, C, D and E to get done before even starting on F.” Time looks back and…
The Mansionic Perspective 