I was feeling pretty sorry for myself yesterday... it was my birthday and it poured rain all day and there was no cake and I had to work...
Can you hear that tiny little violin playing there in the background?
The day after, a couple hours in the sunshine, a walk on the beach, the neighborhood kingbird, and this little poem and all is right with the world again.
If you have time to chatter
If you have time to read
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean
If you have time to walk
sing songs and dance
If you have time to dance
Sit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot
just sprucing things Up
6 hours ago