Off the cuff.

     There is a part of me, that is just not content at all.  To many little things left hanging.  Much has been left torn asunder.  Even now at 5:30 in the morning there is a discontent within me.  Just sitting on the edge of my scope, far enough so I cannot quite determine what it is about.

     The weekend was pleasant enough and worth an entry unto itself.  Work seems okay.  But there is something.  I cannot get a firm hold of it and it distracts me to the utmost right now.  Loose threads here.

     Weekend, lawn, bills, car, car, and car.  And yet that isn't it.  They just help to compile the general malaise.  Yes perhaps that is the word I want instead of discontent.  I really do not know.  Sort of just flowing this out in a few paragraphs, exercising not exorcising my inner angst.  Yes there is a difference.

     I strive better on the edge.  Don't we all?  When we have nothing to go for we all tend to get lackadaisical and lazy.  Maybe that's part of it too.  I'm letting myself fall into the norm of this house again.  I'm not molding I'm being molded.  That must stop.

     I'll make a note.  When I come home tonight no computer, a smoke and yard work.  And that is where we shall start.  One has to start somewhere you know.