Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Today I was busy cleaning the main level of our home. And yesterday was the walkout and a bit of the bedroom level. And the weekend was given over to our wonderful granddaughter.

Tomorrow is laundry and whatever other chores need doing.

It feels like it's been ages since I've written a word and I'm gonna have to play catch up—with myself.

Ever feel tired and behind and well . . . poopy?

How could I let something I want fall so miserably to the side?

Thank goodness I've been here before. It's really easy. WRONG. It's really hard, but it's really simple:


I've never been able to come up with anything better.

Have you?

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