One Of These Days…

…I’m going to miss posting an article for the day because I’m going to be sitting here at my desk at 22:49, really tired, without a clue what I’m going to write about, no energy, no burning desire to use ANY of the draft articles and/or pictures that I’ve set aside for just such an occasion, trying not to be consumed by a feeling of impending doom as impostor syndrome settles in and I’m convinced that everything I write and share here is drivel and nonsense, and it’s all going to just drag me down to the point where I just fall asleep on the keyboard leaving the only thing to post being something like pages and pages and pages of

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and I’ll only discover that I’ve dropped the ball when I startle myself awake at 04:47 the next morning and find that my keyboard has shorted out as I’ve drooled into it while sleeping and my face has a reverse imprint of the keys so it looks like I’ve been slugged with a waffle iron.

Today will not be that day.

Barely.

See y’all tomorrow, where I might just post pictures from Day One of the Wings Over Camarillo airshow without worrying to explain what they are.