Stumped

Sometimes you sit and ideas just fly past, you can almost pick them out of the air. That's not the norm. Not for me, anyway. Most things flying past me need swatting. Most of the time I sit, idly resembling nothing more than a stump. I look like one, I feel like one and moss grows on the western side. 

If you are going to be a stump, perhaps the best place would be in your own home. At least the economics are palatable. However I find that sitting at home trying to write is  daunting...all those things sitting there waiting to be properly placed. Chores, unending chores.

If not there why not go where the stumps are...the woods! Still most of the things flying by need swatting and while you can sit and think, ponder or muse to your hearts content there a couple of necessities missing...coffee and people. Both of which I need to have, especially in the early hours.

I won't claim this to be my number one posting, but it did come to me while I was sitting at an alfresco breakfast and that is my premium place for posting. Wifi a good thing to have available, otherwise your compute becomes your swatter and the economics do suffer.