This week to me has seemed so dreary. It is 11 am according to the digital
clock sitting on my kitchen counter but the view from my windows would speak
more like 5 pm. I guess I call
these grey days. Why is it when
skies are dark in the middle of the day, the sound of thunder and heavy
raindrops interrupt my thoughts and the temperature is heavy sweater or warm
jacket chilly I think of all the yard work I could be doing if the weather was
not so yucky? One of those shrug
your shoulders kind of ‘I don’t know’ things like why is it the only time I
jump in my truck to find the gas gauge on empty is when I am in life or holy
cow, late late for an important date mad crazy rush? No matter I guess. I hope you have a great grey day. I am gonna go walk around my yard and
contemplate my life so far. kisses
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