Life turned and wandered
Never to look back again.
Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
And don’t get your hopes up about me getting tired of posting pictures of clouds above…everything. It’ll never happen.
We survived the thunderstorm last night, and the zom-Bee didn’t kill me in my sleep. (In the alteration to the time space continuum known as Vacation in which I currently reside, all time references are relative. No, I do not know to what. )
Went on a drive this morning into the Imnaha Canyon, then had lunch back in the Joseph-adjacent Hurricane Ridge after a walk. Saw some more deer.
Mark’s gone fishin’ again. I’m on the front porch with a beverage and a book. Kind of an odd book about a necromancer called Johannes Cabal. Back to fiction today.
So it’s another beautiful day to be grateful for.
For which to be grateful.
Whichever way I say it, I’m happy to be.