I am me

I started to come to grips with my first backpacking effort and I “thought” I was on the fast track to completing the much requested blog posts on that event. But you know what? I am not the blogger I once was. My imagination now has definition. I am predictable. And then there is my infatuation in changing my genetic makeup. Sitting under blocks of ice and eating a half pound of butter a day. So maybe what is going on is transition. And I do no longer have definition to my imagination. And I can never be deemed predictable. I am me. And I think my blogs will come in time.

Happy anniversary to my sweetie today 😉