Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping, Slipping into the Future Really? Again? Didn't I just write a post about being a three-year-old widow? Now it's already...
Recently someone accused me of panicking in getting ready for Hurricane Dorian, and after I stopped laughing, I realized they didn't grow up in Florida...
I feel like that giant rock monster in The Neverending Story, sitting around and waiting for The Nothing. "They look like such... good... hands..." (As...