It’s sad the lives we lead. I mean, truly. What the hell do we think we’re doing anyway? Putzing around,
Wow, I just found this gem of confusion. Fortunately, I still remember what all of it means. You, poor reader,
– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber.
Quickie! Been writing a lot more lately, in more ways than one. Sometimes I forget. It can take something catastrophic
A visit to King Estate Winery is truly an experience. It was especially so for me. Some years ago, I
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be
The original source of this I do not know, as it’s been clipped a couple of times, so I can’t