If my memory serves me right, Penny has taken the "squeak" out of at least 6,751 rubber balls I have given her. They all had the squeak factor entrenched in their cheap plastic interior. But none could escape her sharp teeth and strong jaw. She won't play with a ball unless it squeaks, so of the 6,751 balls, we have three left. All three are on the verge of becoming history. (I'm typing very slowly, can you tell)? You need to read this as slowly as I type this or it won't be any fun. Got it? Okay then, we are on the same page, so to speak.
This was just a test to see if I could keep my spastic fingers from flying around the keyboard creating havoc on my blog. I have soft music going on in the background, I did some breathing exercises to alleviate my penchant for talking (typing) through my ass.
Everything from here on in, will be Zen like. Seriously, I think I have a higher power.
Hello, oh you are still here, I just had a Zen nap. Do Zens nap? Whatever, I just had one, because I am a peace with my inner self, and this will bring me to a place where I no longer type in riddles. Even my dog who is sleeping peacefully at my feet, can feel the calm in my body and my mind.
Perhaps I have gone to far. She just took a shit under my computer table. I'm kidding, but that could happen if you let yourself get too Zen like. You can't be too careful when you get into "The State". Your dog or husband will pick up your vibes and get so calm, they feel they can shit wherever it is convenient. So, that is something to consider if you are trying to change your lifestyle. And of course try to type slower when you are writing on your blog.
The healing will continue. By tomorrow, I will be typing at a clipped pace, but I will be in the right place in my mind. My fingers will keep up with my thoughts, not my fingers first.