What do you mean it’s Friday? Poppycock. It can be nothing of the sort; after all, I indubitably recall writing a post on Tuesday and that was just yesterday, non?
It’s been a week of edits and the writing of random articles to earn money until I get paid for said edits.
It’s also been a week of sweaters and warm beverages; the wind kicked up its heels, the rains fell, and it hailed gumdrops. My poor flowers have beeen pummeled. And they’re calling for more of the same this weekend. Perhaps I’ll get those closets cleaned. Or I’ll curl up with a good book and nap. One or the other.
With that, do have a lovely weekend dear readers–may it be bright and happy, even if the skies are grey!