Greetings all and first up as always let's say thank you to Anna, Marion, Jo, Mike, Sarah, Vanessa and Tracy for rocking up on my post yesterday. It's much appreciated as whilst it's good practice for me to put my thoughts to screen it's always nice when you all take the time to see what tumbles out of my creative flow.
Today the sun has certainly been making its presence felt and it can elicit a feeling of listlessness and hey, let's leave it to tomorrow. Procrastination is at its zenith during times like this and I will not deny that getting myself going today was a mission but quite a few things got done and onwards goes the river after a brief rest at the weir of malaise the other day.
The title of today's piece reflects the tale I've written for my latest Rune adventure. For those in the know, I am wending my way through each rune and relaying a tale. Now, no doubt many of you would think I'd be narrating tales of Ivar The Boneless wreaking havoc through Northumbria but you could not be more wrong. Indeed, I am somewhat surprised to find my muse dancing in a Dystopian domain where it's all rather gloomy.
The muse is a fickle thing. Now, if I start to believe that my dear muse will now lead me on an adventure into some zombie apocalypse he will be sure to subvert that train of thought into a space adventure or a tale about someone sipping pink champagne in fluffy slippers on top of a bus heading off into Shoreditch. I doubt that will happen but I shall not dismiss such thoughts just yet.
On that thought, tis time for me to retire and I wish you all a sweet adieu. Remember everyone, keep reading.
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