Another late blog! I blame the lake–it’s just too beautiful and too soothing. Lovely to sleep with the windows open to a lovely night breeze. (Sadie snores so loudly that the mattress vibrates!) They’re out here with me, in the studio office.
Yesterday afternoon, things went well with the frog prince, but then I made the mistake of moving to another slot machine. Enough said on that.
Off to write, walk the dogs, and dive into a new biography, titled “Grant”. (I warned you–you’ll be getting TMI about the Civil War.)
What are twenty things that are great about Tuesdays?
This is the meantime, you know. And life is lived in the meantime, in all its variety and richness, not the past or the future. RIGHT NOW. Make it count–this particular Tuesday is a precious gift, and it will never repeat itself.
