I was driving home today, looking in my rear view mirror at the big red truck barreling closer to my car and I'm thinking, Wow, that guy's nose doesn't even come up past his steering wheel - I bet he's not old enough to drive! Then I look forward again and realize that's about where my nose lands, too. It was quite a shock.
Still haven't heard anything from the big deal local contest about my short stories, so I'm entering the denial period where I'm pretty sure they're just late about getting around to me. At the same time, I've been so crabby that I think it's rubbing off on Sprinkles - she's started randomly growling at things like the ceiling fan and my yoga mat.
When You Desperately Need a Little Soul Care, This
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