Angie Moss was in my kitchen when I woke up this morning. I was sure of it! I started to climb out of bed "Mom?"
It was around dawn and I was half asleep. She didn't answer. A split second later I knew she couldn't really be in my kitchen. I was fully awake. But when I went to the computer to check and see if the SKETCHBOOKERY site was still standing and didn't go out in a blaze of glory while I slept, there was this email. Spam of course. But delightful nevertheless.
I'm a pragmatist with a vivid imagination. I miss Angie Moss.
Oh. There's something else. I could read Corky Lynn's mind today.
I am made of fur and elastic. I will stay in this position until she notices me. Maybe I can relax just a tiny bit and still look limber.
I ate avocados and drank coffee. They totally go good together. Better than what you might think.
I have lots of nice people enrolled in my class. Do you remember when Bart Simpson said, "I wish god was alive to see this!"
I sort of thought that this morning about Ma & Pa Moss. Good thoughts drifted through my mind. I ate my avocados. The sun felt warm & musical filtering through the trees. My summer oriole came by for a visit. Last night I couldn't see Mars. Maybe tonight there will be less of a marine layer.