Apr 11
The future is no longer bleak. We made it through another week.Wednesday, I wouldn't bet this way.And yet, tomorrow's Saturday.Two days to rest and recoup.Time for salads and for soup.That was a joke, people. Time for pizza and sundaes.A lot of meetings passed me by.I went to them all, and did not cry.I learned a lot and stored it away. It's all forgotten by next Monday.
Apr 09
Apr 09