The middle of the week finds me with an empty mind. There are so many things I'd like to speak of, but I don't know where and how to begin to write down my convoluted thoughts about mostly nothing. The more apt words for me now are Angst-ridden, apprehensive, uneasy, fretful, angry. Gee, I think I've seen too much of people's grumblings, inscrutable though their identities may be over the blogging world, that their miseries seemed to have rubbed off on me. A case of my voracious appetite for peeping into others' business.
Maybe a time off blogging will do some remedy....
