I’m feeling a bit enigmatic today. Actually that’s not true. It’s not mystery why I feel so lousy today. I’m depressed. This is actually the third set of three words that I am attempting to write about. On both of the other two sets I kind of, sort of started and then found that I just could not write any more. Indeed this compose screen has been open forever, yet I am making precious little progress at filling this space with words. I know that these three word musings are mostly nonsense most of the time. And yet there are days when it seems as though non-sense is just more than I can do.
Since I don’t drink much at all any more– alcohol turns to pure sugar and is very bad for my diabetes, I don’t think much about liquor. Here in Washington state, voters voted to let grocery stores and other big box stores start selling booze. I read that people were surprised that prices generally went up from what the state-run stores had been selling liquor for. I suppose it is much more convenient to be able to buy liquor all over, but since I never buy even a dram it doesn’t really effect me one way or another. That I don’t drink is just one more way that I sometimes feel so out of it.
And I’ve not a clue what to say about priestly. It’s been many years since I spent any time around priests. If they were Jesuits, no doubt that would have no patience at all with my taking six days on this very simple blog post. Some how I picture a Jesuit cranking out five hundred words (in Latin probably) before breakfast. Thinking about it, I suppose I could imagine a Methodist minister struggling and struggling all week to write a sermon and only finishing it on Saturday night by the hardest. I don’t think I will ever be priestly and faithfully devoted to writing these blog posts every day.