If this post actually appears, it will be my last.
Until mid-September, that is.
I had ideas about what to say, here, but the skies are not friendly in the Deep South.
The local librarian tells me, “The clouds are crowded.” It’s her attempt at humor AND at explaining why even her computers are dysfunctional.
We keep getting the “can’t” page.
So the Internet has fallen down and scraped it’s knee and all it can do is boo hoo. Okay.
We’ll be totally busy here with our son’s wedding. That is a very good thing.
It’s finally raining on our world. That is a very good thing, too.
I have counseling notes to consolidate and a paper to compose — two more very good things.
All my floors are needing a good sweeping. It is a very good thing to have floors — many people in this world still do not.
The dryer is done. Very good on two counts: we now can put on socks and the electricity meter has stopped before going into orbit.
I left my coffee mug by the stove and must get out of this seat for the next sip — glad I can walk, glad God made coffee.
See ya in two weeks or so.
Or sooner, if the weekly photo challenge is too tempting.