I’m back home after a weekend away.
I am washing/drying clothes, catching up on Sunday news shows because this morning we weren’t watching Meet the Press, that’s for sure.
I’m home breathing my way to a simple oven baked chicken/veggie dinner, to some guitar before the week starts early tomorrow to end the evening with American Idol.
I’m home realizing that this is my last slice for the March Marathon 2019 and I’m going to take time tonight reading slices and leaving last comments for this year’s MM. I didn’t even realize it was the last day until I looked down at my computer calendar and saw it.. Last one for 2019…
I’m home on this dreary, rainy day and just before darkness, there’s a blast of blue out there.
I’m back home and I’m wondering where will we all be on March 31, 2020…
SURPRISE- I’m hoping I am totally engaged in the 2020 presidential campaign to rid Amercia of this nightmare of a president.
I’m home and posting pictures with ease of a weekend away with my brother Jeff, wife Marla and their next gen brood… Eliana almost 5, Nas-4 and the two littles 2’s- Eidie and Sadie.
I am home, exhausted in a state of remembering our shared happy chaos.
My writing this month has been filled with my rich life… I’m feeling a blast of GRATITUDE… the mantra for maybe the rest of my life.