If confession is good for the soul, I would like to give my soul a little treat.
For the last five days, I have not been able to sleep nor close my eyes at night. It’s been a nightmare.
Several years ago, I assigned some students to write 100 reasons they are happy. Ironically, their pens were not very happy at the time, because the assignment was punishment for “forgetting” to turn in an assignment. Still, as you might expect, their lists were creative and included such classics as chickens, breathing, bladders, and toilet paper.
Good week to all. Welcome to the “front porch.”
After so many weeks, I haven’t been able to keep track of them, one day seems just like the other day. Today reminds me of yesterday, and yesterday may be the same as tomorrow. I know I am used to being confused, but I have exceeded my limit on this time aspect.