So I was jogging around my little neighborhood in the sphere and getting a little crabby – couldn’t open someone’s page and most everyone else hasn’t updated. Started to get very crabby, approaching full on tickedness and then remembered I haven’t updated in two days and my last one was a thank you and a poem.
I get it.
Kids, it’s grey here. I am getting the feelings of face scratching desperation that are usually reserved for January and February in Michigan.
Need I remind you that it is only November?
Who benefits from grey skies. I have thought about this a lot and I can’t think of any scale that would be tipped if there were less clouds.
This might be a cry for help.