I am in recovery mode so this post happens now and not yesterday, as I’d originally planned. Recovery, I say? Oh, just something to do with coming to grips with finality that I may never truly know the essence of the following phrase: “what an enjoyable time that picnic was!”. That story comes later today….
I know, chaaaange. So, if you’re usually visiting me from a mobile device, you won’t notice a thang, and that’s just fine. I changed my layout which will remain like this for the rest of the year. While there are a few things I don’t care for (like why you have to scroll forever to…
I would love to say that I run every morning at 5am and eat carrots for lunch, but I –no, I would not love to say that at all. Try again, Nylorac.carolyNnnnoutwithit! I would love to say that I step out of Bumpy Bridge House a few times a week in order to participate in…
I didn’t think I’d be writing this Friday, mostly due to clingy, sickly children. They’re all still periodically hacking like old men, and we did have an episode early this week of gagging on phlegm in the middle of the night and subsequent dramatic puking -but I pin that one on me as I used…
