I would like to apologize in advance for the following:
Mozart was a great composer,
Spent his life composing;
Now that he is dead and gone
He spends it decomposing…
Now that we have that out of the way…
I could talk about my ongoing battle with lymphedema, which I seem to be winning thanks to the machine that compresses my leg in the morning and evening and the compression garment that I wear during the day, but I won’t, because I think you’re tired of hearing about it, maybe as tired as I am of talking about it.
I could also talk about computers, which I spent most of my career either working with or talking about, but you’re probably tired of that, too.
Or, I could complain about any of a number of things about life in general, the state of the country, or stuff that just peeves me in general, but you don’t want to hear any of that.
I’m sure that someone will talk about composting, about which I know nothing.
Maybe I’ll just cut to a commercial. This post brought to you by Compoz. C-O-M, P-O-Z. For occasional nervous tension…
And let’s leave it at that. Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by Linda Hill and this station.