Yesterday continued a long string of very short blogs with that occasional burst of energy and information that makes me feel like I am getting back some of that old juice that make me feel like I am legitimate producer as a writer. However these lulls–these ten minute poop fests of 50 words or less are becoming more common. I think there are a number of reasons that I need to dig through in order to make sense of them. The primary one being stress. More specifically, high blood pressure and the ever-increasing fear of impending death. We all gotta go sometime, but nobody ever thinks it’s right now until its too late to do anything about it. Well, I’m starting to think it is right now unless I do something about it. As such, I haven’t been much for the words.