Don't worry. I am keeping one of my eyes on Hive. I'm not sure what happened, but, it appears to be alive. Still. It will revive. Count to five, spin around three times and if you dare, give it a look. Drats. I shouldn't have done it, daring a dare, I should give it the cold shoulder, and give it no care. It will be back, just wait, be patient. They can't all be good days, make room for the bad, how else can you appreciate what you once had?

How low can it go, you say? I would venture to guess, it can go all the way. But, pish posh, you know it won't. I just bought more and I'll do it again. Time to stop crying and start buying. You know what they say? Buy low, sell high.

Do you feel like you are look down on it, falling to earth? Give it chance, it will show you its worth. Just taking a break, it's been working so hard.We don't have to be awake all night, standing guard. Relax a bit, let's not quit. We live for this exitement, no? Watching it come up from the ashes like it was fed miracle gro.

I just watched it go up, I am not sure I sure keep looking, except, I am looking to buy more, but, timing is essential. Are you buying? Are you crying? Are you not giving a rip? I am sitting and waiting for something to change. Bittrex is quite useless of late, makes one want to look around for a change. s there a problem that I don't know about? Probably not. If they are not available, you cannot get it out. I don't want it, but, others do. Not too many options available in the US. Sadly. We are a little behind in the world, although, more places accept crypto. How exciting is that?

Of course, this is all in jest. A glass of wine and a little rest and she'll be back to the living once again.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

Rest in Peace, Meatloaf. Rest in Peace.
1947-2022

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost