This blog´s drier than the Sahara.....

I keep hoping my muse will give me some inspiration, but she seems to be missing... I just can´t seem to find anything that I want to write about..... Not that I am looking for anything! I do keep this blog in the hope that things will change, but I am about to give up now. My Norwegian blog is also suffering from my lack of inspiration, but I seem to be able to update my picture blog fairly often. I have some small plans for changing my Norwegian blog so that maybe, just maybe, I´ll want to write again. I don´t have any plans at all for this blog though, so maybe it´ll just die a slow and painful death.......... Ugh, I hope not, but I´m not making any promises! It´s like my brain is hibernating! Maybe it´s not so healthy living in the country and not working full time. I need to activate my brain, stimulate it and keep it busy! I have to put in for that subscription for Atlantic Monthly now, and start reading New York Times again. Thing have gotten too far out of hand! (I´m mentally slapping my self now). I´ll keep my fingers crossed and my eyes and brain (!) open and see if anything interesting should come my way! In the meantime, have a wonderful blog day!

John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.