I want to post about a couple of things but every night I am so exhausted. But maybe tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow.
And here in Southern California, we’re also pretty sure the . . . sun will come out, TOMORROW . . . (go ahead, sing it loud, sing it proud!).
In the meantime there are a few things I constantly wonder:
1) How does my office get this messy?
2) How can one dog shed so much fur?
3) Will I ever get to read all the books I have stacked around here?
4) What month is this?
5) Where is my stapler?
6) Where is my favorite Pyrex mixing bowl?
7) Will everything turn out all right?
8) Why do so many socks not have mates?
9) Why am I saving mittens and hats and scarves?
10) Will I ever get my garage organized?