How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE


I’m Late. I’m Late.

Meant to drop in early today but my granddaughter’s home sick from school. It’s amazing how busy a little person keeps you. On top of that, we had a whack of a snowfall and I haven’t had time to shovel yet. Brr. Don’t you love winter? It keeps on giving. And giving. Groundhog Day soon.

You may have scratched your head after Friday’s post, proposing a new direction: North to Alaska. I shall try regular Friday output—I will try. I cannot say when I’ll come back full time. I’ve had cataract surgery a while back; one of my problems is my laptop screen and I don’t like each other. Ditto for reading.

Last spring I joined a writers’ group because I‘m having a difficult time scribbling anything new and hoped a group experience would motivate me. Nope. I continue to dabble in old stuff, which isn’t a bad thing, but still, I wish I’d have become more productive by now. Too much screen time is overwhelming, though so I shall take time.

Thank you for hanging in with me and your continued reading. I do miss the camaraderie, and your smiling faces in the blogosphere. Your kind support does my heart good.  XX

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