That's all we have.
I realized tonight that as I started writing in earnest, I stopped breathing.
Reliving the past is hard, but necessary when you decide to write a book.
To stay healthy and inspired I will have to remember that breathing is prerequisite.
I took mom her new support hose today, along with her sweater that had been in the backseat of the car.
It was soaked with three cubes of butter I had left in the car in the heat.
I washed the sweater and it was okay.
I told Ben and he was remarkably restrained.
Perhaps because the dog ate two of his bluetooth earpieces that he left lying around.