An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Pages
▼
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Bleary-Eyed
One of my favorite photos ever, even if it is out of focus. Punch on far right.
She's dying to go back tomorrow. So glad her friend's mom invited us today.
I can't do everything. Burning midnight oil again because was busy today going to support group, talking to friend, taking Sug to groomer, getting a birthday gift, taking Punchy ice-skating for the first time in her life, etc. etc.
So here I sit, alone and tired. But I finished article, and I'm hitting the hay.
No comments:
Post a Comment