On This Phone

How do you waste the most time every day?

If you’d ever told me that I would be sitting on my butt with a computer in my hand, rather than a book, I would have laughed at you. Told you that you were insane.

If you’d even have suggested I’d spend hours playing useless games when I could write, I’d have probably suggested that you get a mental health assessment. Now I’m wondering if I need one.

I love personal technology, it’s an amazing help, but I never thought I’d be sitting here with a phone that I don’t consciously recall picking up.

It’s unbelievable and I’m in the process of changing it.

However, so far today I’ve yelled (on Facebook) at our Prime Minister for supporting Trump in putting the entire world at risk, and riding roughshod over his own congress. I fear for the American people, feel sorry for the Iranian people. And wonder when male leaders are going to stop starting or escalating wars.

I’ve emailed my soul mum, played two games of solitaire, and little else. Yet I’m reading the most fascinating book on the subconscious mind, and one of my favourite thrillers.

I have had a Lily-bomp-love though. She kisses you and head butts you, takes your elbow gently in her teeth and very softly nips it, dances round you, talks to you, and purrs like a supercharged V6 car engine.

That was the only thing really worth doing.

Best love

Which probably means Lily-love

Deb