End of the week and no one has rattled my cage. Yet.
Because I'm sure by the end of the day something will happen to cause me grief.
Sometimes it pleases me so that I can moan about it. Just like a poet. But I don't have a poetic license. Nor am I verbose.
So what should I write about today? My imagination runs wild but when it comes to put the wild thoughts crossing my mind into words I fail. Miserably so!
So I'll ask you a question: What do you do when you reach a stumbling block?