It seems I am not alone
… In my avoidance of the World Series, that is.
Histrionics about rain. Brief ones.
So the dire winter is set upon us with long, unloving gouts of rain. It helps me cheer myself up to make romantic, sweeping statements in language that would make a teenager blush. It also passes the time.
Not my day!
Thus, today is not my day to die. via The Assertive Cancer Patient : Not My Day to Die …. This is far more upbeat than it might sound. It’s from Jeanne Sather’s blog, which you can get to if you click on that link. (One foot in front of the other…)
A husband who does #yoga: what can be better?
No, I don’t know what pose that is either.
white pebble 