“That is one good thing about this world… there are always sure to be more springs.” — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Days come and go. I wake up, I keep busy, I go to bed.
There is no plan. There was one, but life happened.
My wrinkled hands can’t be washed anymore, I dare not stop.
It’s fun to get to know my son once more. I like him, a lot.
My daughter came to visit. We stayed six feet apart, felt like a whole wild world.
The dog is happy, chewing on his toy with a permanent grin on his snout.
His people are home, all.the.time. Life coudn’t be better
Today’s post brought to you by my stream of consciousness, no story this time just words playing together.