Random Thoughts Lottery

Ever have something to say, but just can't think? I have this feeling that there's so much I could spill out onto the black canvas of this page, but the ideas float just beyond the grasp of my conciousness:

I could comment on the holidays with family, which is always an adventure......

I could mention my new work circumstances which have started the year off on an uplifiting beat.......

I could digress about the silliness of 4 friends around a poker table at 4 am......

I could muse on the odd behaviour of one I thought I knew, but have found out- as others also have- that I never did......

I could speak of the umpteen million phone calls a day- the latest being: "my printer won't work...what's wrong with it?" (and of course I can diagnose this over the phone you know)..........

I cannot complete the thoughts. That is to say, I have nothing witty or engaging to say, although my thoughts race a million-miles-a-minute. It's a jumble of things rolling around similar to those lottery balls you see in the air-powered machine when they do the 649 Draws on T.V., except mine never pop out, super-charged, into the little plexiglass tube for the viewers at home to see.

Perhaps it is because I am content. The mundane pleasures of spending a Sunday doing laundry, cleaning the shower, and the smell of a home cooked meal while football blares from the family room........these I can grasp, articulate with infinite detail, write volumes on......but who wants to read that?