"Wherever you goThe birds on my patio have, as my wife would say, "got lots of shit to say!"
Wherever you land
I’ll say what this means to me
I’ll do what I can"
Ferris is rolling around on her back, grunting and wagging her tail. She's about ten feet away from me, and she keeps looking at me with her little teeth poking out of her mouth.
Riley is watching us both with her face tucked between her paws.
I feel good about the writing I've done the last week or so. Getting rid of advertising on my blog, so the focus returns to writing because I need to write, instead of because I feel obligated to write, was probably the wisest thing I've done this year. It's incredible to me how much of my happiness and serenity I was giving up, for so little.
I am alone and at peace in my house, sipping green tea on a break from writing. A warm breeze blows through the open windows, a welcome break from the June Gloom we've enjoyed for the last six days. Wilco's Sky Blue Sky plays on the stereo. It is a perfect soundtrack for this moment.