My burst of energy tapered away on the Sunday.
Thursday morning I was energized. The git-up-and-go lasted through Sunday morning.
I put several blog entries in the can, finished a longish short story; began and completed two more to final polish stage and was singing along.
The git-up-and-go went.
Oh, the reason was obvious. I played poker very early Sunday morning (don’t read too much into that sinning on Sunday business, poker isn’t sinning – losing more than affordable is.) and lost. Went to another site, lost. Went back to the first site, lost.
Tried the third site and lost.
Tried the first two sites again, lost.
I was at the third site for the second time and I realized what was wrong.
I was being stupid.
Some thought went into that. So I upped the Intel levels and went fishing, it being such a beautiful day. I went to the old City Lake of Sedan, Ks. That is long way from home to drive for a couple of hours of sitting on a bucket and drowning worms (I actually used some half cooked bacon, peanut butter and grape jelly – I’m a firm believer in the old wives tales, you see.)
I said hello to my friend the Blue Heron:
Admired the handy work of my forbearers (not to be taken literally. But could be true as most came from this area):
Killed two six pound cat fish and came home.
I had one of the cat fish for supper while watching the football game and making hash of the poker tournament.
The fish was good, the ball game pretty good, and I’ve already said enough about poker.
Except, Monday morning I played again. On the same sites. It wasn’t a winner, nor a loser. One was actually a very good game. All evenly matched, all moderately cheap and all enjoying the give and take of the game. That’s the first of those types in a long, long time, and one wishes to find all the time.
From the reaches,