Saturday things

I waffled around blogging for a bit trying to decide where I want the blather to live. Only fitting on a Saturday morning when things get going more slowly that I restore my git repo from its “bundle” and start it again. One of the main things is enjoyment and desire to write. I need to feel any old day like my writing is my harbor. My personal place where all the things seem best held. I cannot just park at some nice service and pay and then not feel good about writing there. I think it’s some personal thing with me that I need this space where I feel it’s mine. Maybe how I created the blog has a share to do with it. Maybe I feel this interest because I still work on little things with it. Some plugin I want to try. A new collection to play with. At the same time I want a place more that I can reach than you can find. The words out there are the little ships in the harbor. My safe places. Or sometimes my challenging ones. I feel strongly people accept little later in life because…

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