How does this happen? One moment, it’s Monday and the next, it’s Friday. Time is whizzing by.
Which is not to say I’M whizzing anyplace–I’ve been moving in slow motion all week. I don’t know when I’m going to learn that, for all my writing enthusiasm, I need a few days to nap and putter after any significant trip. Frankly, I’m pooped.
A whole bunch of late-blooming lilacs have kicked in on the other side of the back fence–didn’t even realize they were there. Neither did anyone else in the outfit–but they’re beautiful. Another answer to the “Surprise me, God,”… Read More »