Seriously...?

Ohh. Yeah. Whatever.

Sometimes it's best just to laugh.

Had to chuck all the blog writin' exercise I was planning on posting here. I'd tapped together a decent paragraph o'humourous rant, about the glacial progress of municipal tree pruning: all while chomping down this morning's breakfast oats. Before heading out for groceries. And tankful of western Canadian gasoline pricier per litre than fine paperbag wine.

But am a stickler for detail, for simply telling the thing right as I can.

I've seen things...since breakfast.

Facts have changed. The rant wouldn't have been right in its details. Fixing the rant would've been more work than fun. And I need fun. I've worked enough. I'd rather write, or play, than work, or rant. Seriously.