Fine now, for the record.
I’m a fan of nostalgia.
The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
My friend Vanessa mailed me a doodle, which now has a peaceful home on my refrigerator door. Of course, I was infinitely late in returning the favor.
Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.
Have this one too much.
