A new post has been bubbling up in me for a while, but unfortunately today hasn’t helped it to spring forth. It’s because I’m like a child with my phone, kindle and laptop near me on the couch and not knowing with which to play. So, there’s not a whole lot of organization to my thoughts, and I have also started editing a story. That is too much for my brain to keep up with.
So, thanks to whomever is responsible for creating Labor Day because I have permission to play or do “work” I prefer and I don’t have to spend any time buying gifts, or decorating windows or carving anything. I can make pancakes for lunch and drink a cool glass of Pino Gris at 3:00 p.m.
That’s it for now, More soon.
Yep, Labor Day is my kind of holiday; the kind that mostly means fun.