Let’s See, Where Was I?

Oh yeah, correcting typos! I don’t know exactly why, but I found that writing about our world keeps me in check. It makes me think, calculate, consider, and sometimes, leave my office in frustration. If I still could, I would jump on my ten speed and pedal several miles like I used to. Instead, I create yet another website to express my doubts about the longevity of humanity, as we know it. It is called, “speculation,” but only costs a few dollars rather than buying stock in a widget company.

I had thought about asking you to send me several thousand dollars but I won’t live long enough to wait for you to do so. Time . . . is not on my side. I could care less as I have other things to worry about and a body needs to be alive to take care of the glut of household maintenance this time of year. I certainly don’t want my lovely wife to have to do all of it so I keep plugging away.

Have you any guesses as to how many typos I have corrected just to write this little draft of ludiocrity? What? Ludiocrity is not a word. It is now as I create words as needed and I don’t need to explain myself to anyone any more. That’s the beauty of working for myself. I know better than to argue a salient point with myself and if I do my wife will swat me with the swatter. I hate that!

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