It was not, is is not ever the intent to stay away for so long. Every day a topic wiggles its way into my head, the first sentence wrangles a way out of my fingertips and then . . .
. . . as they say, "crickets."
The G assistant machine alerts that my birthday is just around the corner which reminds me that I am needing to stop and think a little bit about simple things that used to come oh so effortlessly.
Spelling, in particular.
Part of my work entails writing notes. The clinic managers prefer that I not use abbreviations so I spell out words while trying to be succinct for I can't spend forever writing notes. The notes are not the work; they are work, but not THE work.
Often it is the fast typing that causes typos but sometimes, every so often, I have to ponder just a tad at just how many i/s are in r e s p o n s i b i l i t y.
While I've always enjoyed word and memory games I find myself glomming on to every opportunity to challenge myself in those arenas.
Or to challenge myself, period.
Any no offense to the G assistant, I am acutely aware of the date of my birth. Now.
Take gentle care.