So here is my conundrum :

Do I drink and then get depressed or
am I depressed therefore I drink ?

That I drink is a fact. That I get depressed is a fact as well.
The unclear part is how they interconnect.

I shall pour me another glass of wine and mull this over.

At my coffee supplier's there was a pot like the one I use in for repair, and I checked it out and I was appalled. This is the type you put on the stove to force boiling water through a filter to the top part and mostly they are made of aluminum. As was this. And with the bottom part black from sitting on the stove and I thought
Dear Me....not very nice this pot
and then it hit me...I am turning into my mother.
My mother would, surreptitiously, check out the neighbor's laundry when hanging on the lines and make comments like.....too bad about Mrs. So and So, she must have a hard time, her sheets are really not all that white, are they?
as if it really mattered if the sheets were super white.
And here I am, doing the same thing, thinking....poor owner of the coffeepot. It really is not all that clean, is it.
I am sure it still makes perfectly good coffee.

It took one lightning strike and one tremendous thunderclap and my mouse fainted dead away and I was left staring at the same page on my computer.
Nothing I could do would make the arrow move, so in desperation I called my computer store and was told that, yes, it might be something very serious and yes, it might just be a dead mouse, either way I was stuck with the unmoving page on my screen.
Enough, I thought, and pressed the magic button and shut down the computer.
There, I thought, now we try again, and pressed the magic button to start and there was the arrow....
and it moved.
All is well. The mouse has recovered.
Who would have thought that the mouse would be that sensitive.
The world of computers is a wondrous one

Well, well, well.
There I thought that I was an original. Not so I fear.
Trying to change my URL to something more manageable, I discovered that there are many, many thinking Alans around and many have chosen the name Alans Thoughts ( I seem to be the lone apostrophe ) so, much to my disappointment, no simple change for my URL.
But I tried, oh how I tried. And Oh how I found myself in places where I knew not what I was doing.
End result ?
Same old, same old URL.
Now it looks pretty good to me.

And another thing

I cannot change my silly url, but maybe I can figure this email business out.
Maybe.

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Gay-bashing

Violence against men who love men by men who fear they love men

The Cynic's Dictionary

Now this is right fascinating.
I discovered a tab saying "Stats" and since I was bored and had nothing better to do, I clicked it.
And it showed me how many and when folks visited my blog
but most intriguing
from which part of the world
and to my surprise ( and theirs too, I'll wager ) there had been visits from China (!) and Argentina and Canada and, no surprise, Mexico.
Somehow my Danish audience is failing me.
Fascinating stuff, this.

I remember a hymn from my childhood which went like this:
Han bærer med smil sin byrde
translating to "He carries ( shoulders ? ) his burden with a smile".
Even as a kid I was a bit skeptical about that concept, the smiling through adversity.
I was contemplating this as I was sliding down the hill, this time ending up with a scraped knee due to a very slick stretch and not very secure sandals.
And I was on my way to town by bus since the car is still in repair, picking up parts for the latest disaster, my kitchen sink.
And frankly, the smiling and shouldering burdens is just getting a bit old. I want a break and soon.
Smiling and shouldering burdens..indeed.