Ever wish you could go back in time? Maybe to do-over some decisions you weren’t so proud of, or perhaps relive some really great times? Lately, things have been moving steady, but the sparks are missing, and so I’m dreaming of past times when the nights seemed never-ending and the company was warm and inviting. Oh, it sounds kind of depressing when I put it like that, but I think it’s always nice to remember the good times and use it as stimulus for pursuing just as fabulous times. Sounds convincing, right?
Had a hard time taking pictures today and have to confess – it was because one of the neighbors was outside gabbing on the phone and I felt silly with my poses along the woods, so laid low and felt kind of stiff. See?