What does this mean?

So, here it is, Angels At My Table.  Where did that come from?  I have absolutely no idea.  I was sitting here one day and it came to me, so I wrote it on a scrap of paper. I write everything on scraps of paper, or post its, or currently on little bitty notepads that were given to me by the people at the booth next to ours at a festival I was working back in the fall.  Literally dozens of little pads of lined paper, which makes hundreds of notes, all lying around waiting to be picked up and paid attention to again.   Anyway, this piece of paper with Angels At My Table written on it kept resurfacing to the top of the heap.  Finally I said fine, I'll  start another blog and call it that.  This is really bright of me considering I'm a rookie at this blog thing, and already have trouble keeping up with the ones I've started.  That didn't stop me though, oh no... another blog was born.  

Well sorta'.  It has sat on here for a week or so, a blog with a name and nothing else.  I'd look at it and say hmm, I dunno.  The problem is I have no idea why or what this is supposed to be about.  I just know that I was compelled, yes compelled to give birth to it.  Tonight I looked at it and thought hmmm, I still dunno.  Ok, I'll just write that and go from there.  So now that I've written that I feel a little better.  Not much, mind you, but a little.  We'll have to wait and see where this train takes us.     ALL ABOARD!!

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