I missed my Monday blog.
This was in no way intentional. I actually wrote out the header and prepared to write before I was distracted by other responsibilities. It is my fault that I never remembered to go back to it. This ends a streak of 899 days of successive writing. I’m considering resetting the numbering as symbol of the failure, but I am still unsure. The fact is, I’ve been slipping a lot lately. That is a sure sign that something is wrong.
I cannot point to anything specific. I know that I’ve spent a foolish amount of many as of late. I am eating more junk food than a human should consume, and I missed the football game this weekend. This means my health is not tip top. Nor do I feel like working on that at the moment.
The fact is, something is not right in Denmark. There is something very off with me as of late and I have no idea what or why it is. Apparently I have a mystery on my hands. I’m trying to solve a disappearance, and the person who is missing is me.