Saturday, December 29
Ok... fine.
It's cloudy with sunny breaks so far... but I expect locust by late afternoon.
Woke up kinda early... I'm not doing so hot in the sleeping area these days. I get to sleep great... but after about 5 hours maybe 6... I crack lids and I'm unable to get back to sleep. So I putter. Folding laundry... cleaning things... watching morning television. Hey... it's holiday time and I should be doing these things with a smile right?
(but in the back of my mind... I'm still worried about getting something finished for a client. grrrrr)
wearing
~ blue jeans and a black "handy dad" tee (fathers day gift... :D)
planning
~ groceries... laziness... and food. (I could be a zoo animal)
wishing
~ I could just spend a day with
~ that Mr. Discouraged ... aka
~ that
~ and to thank
Birthday moments...
To tell
And to sugar-Sarah (
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Doctors in Pakistan have concluded that Madame Bhutto was in fact killed when the beak of a budgie that flew in her mouth while she was yelling to the crowd pierced an artery in her throat. The gun shot, the bomb blast and the shrapnel were all just extra things.
/
No matter how well the mask fits...
Tears will still slip out of the bottom edges...
And stain whatever fabric you have covered your heart with.
~ and so it goes.