Not much to report

Not much to report.

Years ago, another blogger mentioned that when she looked over her past posts some of the things she wrote were almost word for word what she had just written in a new post.

Have you ever looked back on your last 3000 posts and wondered if you’re all posted out?

Yes, I believe I’m in the middle of a “post” apocalyptic moment.

I’m not afraid of the zombie Apocalypse.  Presently, I’m in the middle of an inner Zombie Apocalypse.

If you’re wondering “how does that happen” I’ll be happy to explain.

That innocent keyboard didn’t deserve to be devoured by my fingers.

There are so many little things that seem to be insurmountable:

If the world is an insane asylum and we’re the inmates, who is keeping the residents inside the building?

Do we really want to know?

I tried to ask my cat.  This was his answer.

Good night, and may the bedbugs zombie apocalypse not bite.