A More Reliable Dance Partner

I almost hate to admit it, but it’s hard to deny. I’m going hopeless. Men usually dance with one of two companions in the after hours; hope or despair. Hope is a belief that things will turn out OK, that things will be better tomorrow despite the troop of troubles … Continue reading

Frivolous Friday; Was I Right? I’m Afraid So.

Is it Friday yet? I’ve spent so much time hidden under the covers this week that I have completely lost track of time. If you’ve been following the headlines this week, you have to admit that my theory of Menedektriaphobia makes some kind of sense. Anybody who loves ‘truth, justice, … Continue reading

A Severe Case Of Menephobia

Let’s see if I can extract my head from under the covers long enough today to get some kind of blabbering posted today. Since we started the week with Monday the 13th, I just  knew it was going to be a dreadful week. Then to turn my timidness into trepidation, … Continue reading

Fear Of Frying

Interesting night. Dark, of course, the only light was my small desk lamp. The wind was blowing at a good clip, which starts the house moaning and groaning. Reading into fears, phobias and philias. There are as many cliches about how foolish it is to be fearful, as there are … Continue reading

Fears, Phobias, And Fantasies

Woke up this morning feeling pretty good. A great weekend, the weather was almost perfect. Insomnia from the season change has kicked in, but I managed to get a few hours sleep last night. I popped out of bed this morning feeling ready to take on the week ahead, to … Continue reading