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Nearly Blank Canvas
I had come here, to my den, to write a long diatribe about how exhausted I feel, and how I feel lonely and alone. I planned to write about giving up my pipe. I wanted to write for you long, belabored stories that allowed me to spill out my inner feelings, my emotionally foggy disposition of late.
But, I am too tired to do any of that. Too tired to much of anything but sign off and head to bed.
PipeTobacco
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I appreciate all forms of comments on my writings. I find that I miss the sponteneity of coming to read them here when they were unmoderated. I believe I wrote less due to the moderation. I have decided to adopt limited moderation. Hopefully the prior problems with unfettered comments will not arise again. Please feel free to comment as you wish about the essays I write. I will maintain those comments that offer kind-hearted and gentle opinion... be it positive or negative. The opinions of your comments will, of course, need to have relevance to the post as well.