My desk--an extension of my brain... I eat and drink at my desk. When I drop crackers I don't bother to sweep but just call the dog and tell her there's a treat on the floor. She's ecstatic and loves that I'm messy.
Almost a week ago I embarked on an adventure with my husband of twenty years. I'll call this new endeavour The Empty Nesters Flee After Child Starts University. It's kind of funny actually because now I find myself tucked into a comfy cozy corner in the back of a twenty-four-foot motor home. If I don't… Continue reading It Would Appear That My Brain Isn’t Working!