Even If I’m out of Time
This is a throw-away post.
It was bound to happen sometime this month. I just didn’t expect it to happen like this. To be brief, my computer and my phone are working. I still have the internet, and I’ve been good physically. I haven’t run out of ideas, and I haven’t run out of words, either.
What I’m out of is money.
And because I’m out of money, I am also out of time. I’m out of time to sit and contemplate what to write over the last week-and-change of National Blog Posting Month. I’ve been busy chasing the money necessary to keep the creditors at arm’s length while I complete my comeback from the work-related depression that forced me to quit my job last June. Yesterday, I sold my pickup truck to the highest retail bidder. Sold it for a couple grand less than it was worth, just to get the cash. The cash that won’t be in my hands until after some bills go to collection.
I’m not bitching about life. On the whole, life has been pretty good to me. For now, just not THIS part of life. I’ve been told, repeatedly, that life… God, the Universe, whatever floats your philosophical boat… takes care of me. But today, I can’t say I know that. Because today, I’m writing a post saying that I could be living in a twenty-year-old Dodge in a couple of weeks.
And the downside to all of this distraction is, I’ve got no time to sit and contemplate what to write. Not what to write for myself, because I do that every day, but what to write for you. Because some of you read me every day.
And I don’t want to let you down.
So for the rest of National Blog Posting Month, I’ll keep trying and meet you here, every day.
Even if I’m out of time.
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