A new direction, also to nowhere

Having spent a year observing and remarking on Yoko in her natural habitat, I've found that shirking a 121-post habit is not an easy thing to do. Admittedly I no longer have that source for brilliant blogging which was my mother, but seeing as how I have half her DNA it might be possible to continue somehow. I still spend far too much time thinking about useless things and they are apt to build up and come bursting out in some ridiculous and probably senseless word salad. It seems normal to me, but weirdness has a way of hiding in plain sight. You never know what you might see. It might even be a man falling down an open man-hole cover.