we are stuck in the routine, although it affects each of us differently
I just haven't had much time or inclination to update the blog when things are, . .
I don't know, basically depressing.
I don't like admitting that I am depressed to my world wide audience, but there you have it. still life goes on
or, still, life goes on. nature is as complex as ever, and we are as ignorant as ever
it's spring time already and there's plenty of floral action around
I am completely at a loss for words
completely sick and tired of the status quo
maybe we'll move to Bolivia
if Morales appears not to slacken of in his efforts, I'd love to go and do what I can to support a move away from capitalist imperialism.
after all is said and done, there remains plenty to say and do.
well I'm not making much sense now.
I need to go to bed.
more cycling kms tomorrow.
to the anonymous commentator from last time, have no fear, the crash didn't keep me off the bike.
In fact I did 300 kms that same weekend and have done 1900 since then. and if it didn't rain so many weekends I would have done more.
so don't worry, be happy.
illustration friday
