I'm climbing the ladder, going through the window, seeing what's on the other side. I'll be back in about 6 weeks, perhaps newly energized and inspired. It depends of course on what I find, inside and out.
Staring at the floor hasn't helped, nor wringing my hands. Facts are facts. My blog-sense has gone the way of all passing things. I don't know if this is temporary and neither does that woman in the blue dress.
The man who owns this bar/restaurant was so despondent when his Doberman died he had him stuffed. To get inside to order lunch, you have to pass right by the hapless creature in a glass case. (Yesterdays specialty: The Tower of Spam.)