Soda Bread
I have a head full of nothing worth blogging about and that’s where this post should really end. However, even by my standards a blog post of eighteen words that says I have nothing to say is quite minimalistic. It would be a good thing for politicians to do though, so maybe I should do it and hope it catches on.
I have a maelstrom of poetry in my head that needs sorting out, a list of titles for numismatic subjects and that’s all. At the back of my mind, having listened to Johnny Cash last night on TV, I obviously have a few scrapings of country music, because the title just popped up. And that’s it. Nothing else.
Unless the thought of breakfast counts. That’s in there too.
Cheese and Onion Soda Bread
Do I dare to get an idea by checking the news?
Or do I stay happy but clueless, and uninspired?
Well, I looked at the news, and I’m still clueless and uninspired. This is probably a good thing as it means little is happening.
It is now three days until the end of the month and I have done very little about sending submissions. Despite an early flurry (two) I have done little about finishing most of my submissions and am starting to worry. That’s what I will be doing in a minute.
At this point yesterday I added my tags and posted without either a title or photos. It was a senior moment, but even my senior moments are growing more mundane. It’s probably a sign that I’m getting older and they have lost their novelty.
Soda Bread with a poor attempt at a Cross.