Grazing the Navel

Whether either you loathe or you love your very own navel – or you love or you loathe the ones of another’s –  matters much less than the total time spent gazing upon them, in loathing or in love.

~~~

I have not been navel-gazing, more than usual, but I have lapsed and been lax in my pressing and reading of words upon Here. I blame manual labour, which has me recently pinned to a wall, weary and well-worn.

I am not complaining, though the condition is unsustainable for at least one good reason or two. I am considering next steps.

I wish to write more here soon, and even more sooner catch up on some writings of fellow Presslings!

🙂

-Mike

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