*I’ve discovered over the years that it’s a matter knowing your layering.
More layering around the housering, and not wantering to go outsidering.
*Speaking of my poor dogs, they’ve recently discovered that playing outside in the snow isn’t as much fun as being in the house, shaking snow all over the place. That’s the most fun EVER!
*I’m still wondering what kind of sad little creature it is in this picture <—–. It’s either a very sad baby seal, or a furry stuffed school bus. Wait – what?
*My brain feels like it’s stuck in neutral these last couple of days. Wheels are spinning, and I’m making loud Grrr-Grrr noises, but I’m not getting anywhere.
*Either I’m lost, going round and round in a cul-de-brain-sac or I’m riding on thin ice.
I think somebody reprogrammed my GPS and set it to “Stun”.
Oh, that’s right. I don’t have a GPS.
I have CRS. Can’t Remember Sh!t.
My dreams lately have all been wonky. Not Willy Wonky, with chocolate and short people dancing, but wonky, with more abstract, less art.
Notice, though, that the clown has his hand almost on the answer. 42.
Maybe there’s something to wearing the big shoes after all. Or, it could just all be about not taking myself so seriously so often, and learning to see the humor in all the tragedy of everyday life, thus breaking down the barrier between existentialism and psychological self-help to cure the depressive state of mind of the universe.
Nope. Gotta be the shoes.