It’s a gray day today, a December in Chicago day, and my dreams were strange and dark. Not sure if it’s just the current circumstances or if it’s something in the air.
We’ve made it to Friday, somehow, though this weather makes me want to find some covers and curl up.
But that will have to wait.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for the week, I am both awake and not awake and my words are trapped somewhere between.
Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.