I have been confused for many years, even inventing thoughts I now hold dear. Wake me, please, when this year is over. Perhaps I'll adopt a dog named Rover or find myself with a lover. Oh! Yes! The lover is the dog named Rover. I find I make no sense, so soon it's off to bed so I can sleep like the dead.
I must have been a senior very early. I've had that problem on holiday Tuesdays for years and years. Or, perhaps I am very, very old?? ;)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely not!
ReplyDeleteI refuse to believe that is what I am having today.
More like punishment for all the fun.
I have been confused for many years, even inventing thoughts I now hold dear. Wake me, please, when this year is over. Perhaps I'll adopt a dog named Rover or find myself with a lover. Oh! Yes! The lover is the dog named Rover. I find I make no sense, so soon it's off to bed so I can sleep like the dead.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Whatever day it is, it's this day. Today.
ReplyDeleteWithin 24 hours it will be replaced by tomorrow, and become yesterday.
Blessings and Bear hugs in the transition.
Holidays confuse my days too.
ReplyDeleteHa - I know senior moments only too well. Cheers for following. I look forward to reading more of your blog...Be well.
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