Monday, March 6, 2017
And then I thought I had it and went to Starbucks with my husband. I started to fiddle with it, and do some research. I found things that didn't hold up to scrutiny. I've canned it.
The music is too loud here. The conversation is too loud. The machines are too loud. I need a quiet place, and I don't have it now. And it is just ever so slightly driving me crazy. So I may be up late trying to get a new piece.
The moose will be back tomorrow. I have one more installment at least before I move on. For now, I am just sitting here biding time until my husband is ready to move on. Hope he cooks supper. I need time. Quiet time. It doesn't look good for quiet. I hate when this happens.
Posted by Donna Smith at 5:08 PM