Wrong Date

The last blog post has the wrong date as is often the fate of many of my musings in this virtual diary I’m losing track of. But seriously, word playing aside… I wrote that last post back in September but didn’t hit “publish” so the date is off because I just hit the “why not” share button a few minutes ago.

I worry sometimes that my sense of humor and word-smithing is not perceived correctly but then I wonder why I care so much. I am but another odd duck in a sea of other varied and very strange creatures. Humans are weird. I’m weird. That’s ok. You might not agree and that’s okay too.

I’m currently laying in a king size bed listening to the roar of the Pacific Ocean out the balcony door. The clock read 11:11pm just 16 minutes ago. I just wanted to write something since it’d been too long. October felt like I was waist deep in mud trying to move forward but going nowhere fast. I’m glad that didn’t last. November is better and December is yet to be. Now I must try to sleep.

Starfish Wishes. 💕

Goodnight.