I am sorry.
Sorry for what I said. Those sarcastic words were meant as self reflection.
Frustration for all the projects and ideas I am leaving by the wayside.
Exhaustion makes me difficult.
Sorry for not calling or writing. The task becomes insurmountable the longer left.
Sorry for saying I would do something, then falling short of expectations.
It’s just one of those kind of seasons.
there. that should about cover it.
Adding to the scatological….
a tiny book review
*angry with his mother
*a dream play? for someone with limited sleep? no.
Don’t get me wrong. I did enjoy these. Although I feel like they would have gone down easier in, appropriately, August when one feels like the growing season is getting a little out of hand rather than in April, the beginning.
pop on over to
today for our book review of