Saturday Morning~~
I am dressed and perfumed and gel-ed and ready for work, fueled up on some high octane coffee. I don't want to go sell mattresses, I don't want to be persuasive or look for buying signals, ect, ect, ect.
I want to work outside in the yard, go to beach, write. My sister had a dream about me last night, that i learned to play golf. Golf? There has got to be some significance to that...But what? Swinging a club? Entering a male dominated sport? Whatever it is, she said i was having a ball doing it...
Writing this morning is like walking through molasses. Possible, but, sticky and not very smooth. SO, I will reluctantly take my mermaid self off to work, and catch you, Later.