Imagine the jolt I got, stepping out of the elevator this morning, on my way to the kitchen for coffee and journaling, to see my three Creed cowboys standing in the living room…
My kind of shock.
I’m feeling a little less FRAZZLED, and a lot more like my old self. Transitions, transitions.
There was a pack of coyotes in the draw last night, singing up a storm. As long as they stay on their side of the fence, it’s all good. Part of living in the wild west.
I’m off to Santa Fe to hang out with friends in a couple of days. Some of my favorite people, in one of my favorite places. Life is good.