The precipice

Sometimes when I am at the precipice, when I look over my knees become week and my head spins about to the opinion that the only way, the only next step is a non-step, a tumble over the edge.  It is inevitable unless I spot that little bird pecking the breadcrumbs and I think let's keep going, and I am glad I didn't fall.

So once again I have stayed up later than I felt comfortable with but this time it was because of things to do, TV to watch, and snacks to eat.  And the snacks were just pointless calories, nothing exciting in them, and the TV was good enough, and the things, well, they did get done.

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