
As the dogs and cat gathered around this morning while I doled out their breakfasts, I began to sing to myself.

As the dogs and cat gathered around this morning while I doled out their breakfasts, I began to sing to myself.

One of our fall projects was to clean out the garden shed/storage unit in the back yard. Under one table we found boxes of old documents I meant to sort through before we moved here in 2012, but it was easier to toss them in a box to deal with “later.”

It’s going to be all right.
“Easy to say, but how?”
It’s up to you.
“Oh, fine. It’s up to me? That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
Actually, yes.