A run at the night

I love technology. I decided that before I went to bed that I would enter a post on my blog. It seemed like I had forgotten to write, although I had been entering little posts on facebook, which is fun, but doesn't fulfill like this does. This is more complex and more full and doesn't cowtow to others. I write this and you can't stop me, nah nah nah nah nah.

Then I got caught up in google-ville, where I couldn't access my blogsite, because I couldn't seem to remember my user name or my password. And I wandered around staring at the halls of electronic cubbyholes which didn't lead me anywhere except back where I started from and then I figured it out and here I am and I am now obligated to write something else and my brain is frittering.

I watched a program on a rock and roll photographer who photographed all the famous rock guitarists for the last thirty years, but is stuck trying to sell his work so he can take care of his mother who has altheimers. It got me thinking. I seem to lose my ability to come up with words from time to time and I think my brain needs exercise. The short sprints of facebook are unavailing. I need something which will require me to run for long distances. My body needs that and my brain needs that.

So here I am. I'll go to bed soon, but need to run a bit more. Its raining tonight, and I have been out in it every time I tried to get in my car. Fortunately, I am at home now and I am soon going to bed, so this is it and goodnight.