I really seriously hate Mondays. And apparently they feel the same about me.
A phone call with no results.
A phone call that was a fishing expedition – and I was the fish
a dog who won’t listen
who keeps bringing shit home from the field
and seems to feel that he has to bark at every squirrel
Bear goes to work and I’m alone
I finished laying out the quilt tonight. That brought a whole set of emotions to the surface. Oh, Mother, I miss you.