I kinda feel like I need to say this. I don’t intend this to be so serious all the time. I’m…well, not the best for seriousness, really. And it’s just kind of blank right now. All I know is, my feet are cold, my hands are cold, and I don’t want to move. Moving sucks. Or, at least, from where I am right now, it’s not an attractive proposition. So I won’t. Not for the moment. I can’t ignore typos. But I want some tea. Rooibos, to get rid of this sniffly nose of mine. Allergies. What I need is to go back to allergy shots. So far, my asthma has been less of an issue, which I hope keeps up as spring sets in. Although, all things considered, spring isn’t as bad here as it could be. Let’s see if I still feel that way once the cherry tree outside starts to bloom. More typing, more flowing, just to keep the words going. I don’t know where this is headed, or what I intend to do with it. It’s just chatter, really. So much of the things I’m reading, and I don’t want to be a source of pain. Nor do I want to tap into what is painful to me. It’s too easy to go there, and for the last several years, it never felt like I was more that two footsteps away from it. Why am I thinking of chapstick? No, not the lip balms I make, but Chapstick the brand, especially the ever hard-to-find strawberry flavor? I still don’t understand why it ‘s recommended for wind burned lips, when applying it only reminds you of the word “burn” in “windburn”. Ugh. More typing, more clicking, just because I can. Who knows where else this will begin to go? Reminding me of a dusty construction scene from years ago, when I was not allowed to use the word “dirty”. I haven’t done anything like that in so long. Okay, enough of the free writing. I am dying for some tea.