The truth is that lately I have not felt like writing. My brain has been tired. I have a day job and it has consumed most of….well…my brain.
BUT….I am back and I would say fiercely back but I can not breathe well so I am staggering a bit to get up and face the screen. Breathing is not something that I tend to think about but it appears that September is national think about breathing month for me, or so it has been for the last 3 years.
There is obviously something in the air in my town that offends my lungs. I did not know that my lungs cared so much but boy do they. They are not happy and they do not mind expressing themselves one bit. They have been on strike. Fortunate for me there are plenty of drugs out there to fight their strike and I am on plenty at the moment. If I got drug tested I am pretty sure work would believe that I have flipped my lid and decided that I need to bulk up. What other conclusion could they draw from the amount of steroids in me at this time?
So, I say a prayer for my lungs.
