Incomprehensible Blathering

The shallow stream is easily crossed. The shallow mind, even more so.

20021205

My how time flies. I turn around and it's December. The cold of winter aside, this will probably not be one of my best Yule tide seasons. Never-the-less, I plan to try to make it as good as possible.

In the mean time, the electronic pen flows furiously across the illuminated screen...just not here.