Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
For my birthday, G builds me something every year. (When he remembers and is physically able.) Last year he built me a tall standing bird feeder. I love the bird feeder. It isn’t fancy, and I’m perfectly okay with not-fancy. When I’m in the kitchen, there’s almost always at least a couple of birds in…
Lordy… it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Life has been… I mean, to say okay isn’t a fair assessment. There have been challenges. We’re still here and still functioning. My sister is in chemo again, second round. She’s obviously not doing well, because chemo is never a good thing. But she’s enduring. They’ve already warned…