“I don’t feel old. I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.” Bob Hope
Boy, I wish I could nap.
I watch my guy on a soft slow Saturday afternoon, slumped on the large armchair in front of the window. 256 more words
4 hours, 55 minutes
The Persistent Platypus
I think Thor is trying to tell me something!
22 hours, 10 minutes
The Girl with the Golf Clubs
I was do busy today and got nothing done. I drove all across Canton looking for poster board with grid lines. Thank you teachers for purchasing all of them! 116 more words
1 day, 5 hours
Dancing in Dark Skin
July 27, 2014
Woke up early this morning to take a long bus ride to the Napoli airport. The streets were so curvy and hilly that I got car sick, so I just had to put in my headphones and go to sleep. 462 more words
1 day, 17 hours
Gentle Strides of Wishful Thinking
Here a little something not related to my running but I find is perplexing and frustrating at the same time.
Ever since I can remember I have the hardest time staying awake while I drive. 363 more words
1 day, 19 hours
The Gnome's Studio
“Work with only tissue paper or toilet paper today.” – Noah Scalin 53 more words
1 day, 22 hours