Nobody wants to know you when you're down;
A dark cloud deadens the sparkle
and muddies the waters.
I'm in hiding.
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
So says Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
and so say I.
For the moment I lack the mental fleet-footedness that comes with a healthy mind in a healthy body; all I can come up with in response to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales No. 78 is a picture of The Decorettes. Lynn and Lorraine and their dog are having a break from painting the outside of my house last summer.
See you soon -
The mere fact that I've stuck my head above the
parapet to post this apologia is a good sign.
Actually, why should you care.
What's one more blogger more or less.