digitS'
Garden Master
There's knapweed. There's knotweed.
Like a two year old, I resist naps. Tears?! No, those come while I'm trying to get out of bed in the morning . . .
Naps. Sometimes I can feel myself falling asleep as I sit down in the Lazy boy. I try not to sit in that chair too much. The bed is beyond the pale. Couch is beyond the possible.
It is kind of like I feel the day has been made 2 days. Like burning the candle of life from both ends. Or, have I got that backwards?
Steve
Like a two year old, I resist naps. Tears?! No, those come while I'm trying to get out of bed in the morning . . .
Naps. Sometimes I can feel myself falling asleep as I sit down in the Lazy boy. I try not to sit in that chair too much. The bed is beyond the pale. Couch is beyond the possible.
It is kind of like I feel the day has been made 2 days. Like burning the candle of life from both ends. Or, have I got that backwards?
Steve