That tenet holds true for so many periods in one's life. All day, I've wondered just what bloody pearl of wisdom could I pass on. Nothing... nothing came to mind. It was a typical day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day in the neighborhood. We played games, made friendship anklets and fed the fish. All that was missing was the red cardigan, and Henriette Pussycat. Really, I shouldn't wait to blog until it's bedtime. Hopefully, I'll have better luck in the morning putting a few typed words across the internet. But lately I've tried to get in some productive (lucrative) writing in the wee hours. Oh to write something and get paid for it. Now that is a novel idea. Wished I had thought of it...
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