Comin’ up on two months, my career in blogulating. Astonishingly, WordPress tells me I’ve made 68 posts. A few goods ones, I hope. More than a few stinkers, I’m sure. Much still to learn.
I should mention that Mrs. Stagger was disapproving of the shot I took at Bill Clinton a few days ago. Not an exercise in subtlety, I’ll admit. Though, by the rough-and-tumble standards of the Internet, rather tame. And I stand by, in all its crudity, the accusation. The missus, however, thinks I should display, you know, better breeding. The dog and cat –from a shelter, the both of ’em– think the same. Waddya gonna do?
Well, one thing I’m going to do is go on a little retreat. My meditation practice has gotten pretty slack; it’s badly in need of a kick in the old kimono. It’s just for three days and is, in the parlance, non-residential. Meaning you come home every night to sleep in your own bed. Nice for us AARPsters.
I may blog; may not. Probably do me good to just shut up for three days.
Give ya a report when I get back. Keep an eye on things.