Other than the stupidity my new medication has created for me, I’m seeing in color. It feels good. I’m not even going to look over my shoulder to see if any dark clouds are following.
I forced myself, but it didn’t really seem like forcing, because I just went. My photography club had a photo walk yesterday in a small town close to us. This means we meet, and everybody scatters, meeting back up for lunch. Which means I walked around the town alone! A rather large step for me and my confidence.
The day started off on the wrong foot, because I overslept. Apparently, the medication I’m taking for insomnia is working wonderfully.
I love the quaintness of the little towns, and this town was full of it.
I may have a glass of wine every one to six months, but this sign spoke to me as well.
This one was after my heart, while I do like flowers, I like to see them in the ground….growing as they should.
Coffee and Fudge? Shouldn’t they be a part of the food pyramid?
However, I’m always reminded that I remain a Yankee.
I do admire the Southern allegiance to their history, but so glad we finally stopped the slavery.
I’m a wee bit sore in the legs, which is no surprise since I have been inactive for so long. Leaving the couch was nice.
I knew that today I was getting better when I was met with this before the animal circus began, and before I had my coffee. It made me laugh out loud. I blew up the photo so that you could read The Wee One’s note.
When I opened the lid, I was met with this.
An event which would put me over the top with anger, but it started my day off with a good ol’ belly laugh.
Now….I’m ready for some NFL indulgence.
Wishes for a happy day to y’all. (I may be a Yankee, but there’s something about the dialect that appeals to me)
…and I’m going to make sure that son of mine cleans that waffle maker, while I smile.