Quiet

After 1,052 days of blogging (or you might like to think of it as 90,892,800 seconds) you'd think I'd run out of things to say.

I do. Often. And not always on Zen Mondays. Sometimes I run out of things to say on Thursdays.

Boz will be pleased at this turn of events because it means I won't chatter at him all day. (It's not talking to myself, it's talking to my dog. There's a difference.) Perhaps a good walk somewhere beautiful will get the words flowing again. (For me, not for Boz. His English is good, but limited.)