I’m at war. Wait, no… I’m being pursued… by the Indominus rex, while running in heels, while trying to talk on the phone, while carrying a dozen eggs. I’m exhausted. I’m trapped. I try evasive maneuvers, but my enemy is stronger, smarter, far more powerful.
Every winter, we Hoosiers get a little weary. Usually by the end of February or beginning of March, we’ve had just about all the snowstorms and bone-chilling cold air that we can handle.
Although it’s technically now Christmas Eve, it’s not officially Christmas Eve to me until I go to bed and wake up again. In my world, it’s still Sunday. Anyway, my mind is a disjointed jumble of thoughts and I feel like sharing them. The “War on… Continue Reading “A somewhat disjointed ramble…”