The sun is out. The sky is blue. The dogs are blissfully tired from their long walk across the field and along the margin of the woods and thru the forest.
You are there. I am here with too much time on my hands, I suppose you’ll think.
So I send this to you. A little something from someone with too much time on his hands. Doesn’t it just make you want to rush on home? I promise to share my brush!
Fear not. Things are certain to return to normal tomorrow.