Living is good. Living with wishing grows old. Wondering is confusing. Caring is nice. Downtime is a relief. Little ones are cute and sweet. Unhappy little ones can be stressful, crying and screaming and all. Cold takes its toll. It can be overwhelming. Sometimes I just want to get under a warm blanket and go to sleep. Sometimes rest is what I need. Honestly, I’m not lazy. I just get anxious when things are busy, or crowded, or loud. I like to have my old dog or my chubby cat cuddling with me. I’m starting to get old too. My idea of a good time is not as excitingly sounding as it used to be. I like a comfy chair and a good book. A hot iced cinnamon sweetbread is nice too.


Thoughts on a String

Stretch collocate living sprout leaves cabbage

Bacon black eyed peas bell pepper trees green

Back yard porch plants hard freeze drip faucets

Cold death cigarette pounce cats lizard roach

Play with their food torture leave apple crunch

Mixed nuts gorgeous limbs big oak Spanish moss