I'm suffering it. There's many things I can think of to write about, but nothing appears as something I can put a meaningful thread to. We've had frost this morning, the earth tremor last night was a beauty, the announcement of the marine parks around the country was exciting, the days start lengthening after tomorrow, we attended nephew James's 30th party last Saturday night which was a great night catching up with family on Lib's side, I fed the bees on Saturday; but for some reason there's nothing that grabs me to expand on.
It may be a mid winter thing. I am enjoying reading 'Tobruk' by Peter Fitzsimons. I'm only about 60 pages in and most of it is historical so far leading up to WW11 and the Tobruk seige, but he has an enthusiastic style that I'm enjoying, and what I have read so far is balanced and not the flag waving stuff I was expecting. And I've learnt some things I did not know, or had forgotten. Like how badly Germany was treated by the Versailles treaty and that President Wilson wanted to give New Guinea to the Japanese after WW1. Yikes!
Speaking of enthusiasm, as I just did with Fitzsimons style, it is what is lacking for me at the moment. It's not something to worry about, I'll bounce up shortly, but just for now even the dogs are annoying me.
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