In the mood to sing tonight. No hurry, time to luxuriate in bed, even after an early alarm. Stormy rain outside. I gave my poem a once-over. Sent it off, went back to sleep. Delayed a walk. Poetry workshop bookending the day. My poem brought to both. Great reception, great feedback. Whoosh!

The sun came out

A visit to my daughter’s home. Tea and a long walk around her neighborhood. A cheerful sunshine, lots of time to talk and see her neighborhood.

Oh, the new year! it’s coming!

I heard Fudgy crowing downstairs. The door had blown open in the storm. He pooped in the hall.

Fudgyyyyyyyyyyyy!