So much to say …

… but so little desire to say it.
Rev wrote the other day that she was “bored with the whole eating process”. She wished there were a tablet she could take to just get it out of the way.
Well, that’s the way I feel about talking right about now. I just don’t want to do it. I just want to communicate via telepathy or body language. (And no, I don’t just mean via my middle finger.) I’ve got a lot to say, but no desire to actually say it.
Or write it.
This would be a perfect opportunity to subject you to Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind,” but I’m not going to do it.