How do I know it’s becoming Spring? By looking at the calendar? Hardly. Well, I do look at the calendar, but I am only certain now that it is becoming Spring because I slept all afternoon.
Other Patti and I went out to look at furniture, and eat lunch, and gossip, and I returned home full of virtuous intent to read many books that I need to read. So I fell asleep.
My brain is turning into corn chowder.
white pebble 