Still digging my life out from the vacation backlog. I like to imagine there’s a great serenity watching the loud busyness of the world
I don’t know what’s going on here. Hubby says it’s a weird bird walking through the marsh, and I’m willing to go along with that.
Ruin says stop typing and pay attention to me. It’s a rainy, chilly day so I guess I’ll go along with that for a little while, too.