I’m writing today until my mom and dad get here to celebrate their 55th wedding anniversary. Some of the writing was done in my head while working outside (watering flowers, feeding birds, sweeping the patio) before the day got too hot. A little was done while eating lunch and reading (Entangled by Barabara Ellen Brink) – good writing always gets my imagination in gear. Now, I’m at the computer really writing.
Some of you ask what that looks like. Well, it’s a butt in the chair and hands on the keyboard sort of thing. However, when I look on the other side of my desk, I am delighted by my sweet, furry writing buddies.
After a few words, or in their lives a few minutes, this is what I see. . .
I love their sleepy company.
More another day,