SLOGGING AND BLOGGING TO THE END

I don't write much anymore. Ran out of everything, it seems.  I wrote back in March, 2019 to say that I was pregnant with death - the unhappy revelation of cancer eating my innards.  Now, more than a year later, I am still carrying the evil Spawn of Satan, and it is eating my body and my energy even more.  So fatiguing, and such a lousy drag.
But what do we do, class, when adversity strikes?  We carry on. We divert our attention.  We find good things to do.  Ha!  That's a joke while covid is going on (and I won't start on all the morons in the USA who scream about their rights while driving up the number of cases).
Pregnant with death.  Preparing for my rebirth into eternal life; my entrance onto another level of being.  And arranging my legacy.
Here's the plan:  I'm going to create posts for my music and my writing, so that my output will be available to one and all. Starting with the next post, which will be called ZOE CHILCO - CD LYRICS & COVERS
Well, here's another pain in the ass:  this blog will no longer upload my photos, thus destroying the above plan.

So screw it.  I give up.  Just another day in the misery of trying to get something done.  Who cares? So what? Big deal. Get lost.

And it's the end of the Blogger era because the next day it still won't upload photos, and a million other people have complained online about this.  GET IT TOGETHER, GOOGLE!.  

I am going to have another, new blog set up today, operating through my website.  Stay tuned