Travel brain in full effect. The anticipation of a brand-new day and being back to work and all…sleeping alone in a bed that seems huge and no Bailey. Uggh.
I’ll get back to the Bet soon…maybe even tomorrow. We shall see. I’m melting, as you know, and sad and happy and excited and full of curiosity about what will come next.
Will I have a new granddaughter today?
Hopefully I have energy for punk rock.
Better posts tomorrow or Friday, I’m betting.
Your demons are neat
Said the barely purple cow
To the spider and fly.
Twigs taste like brown shirts
Said the moth with a mouthful
Of my LL Bean.
Hot coffee is best
Said the skylarking widow
Alone her thoughts.
See you tomorrow.
On July 17, I sat on a bench that Stephen King used to sit on while writing. Pretty cool.