OUT OF WORDS

For now, I can't think of a thing to say.  I guess things are going alright-but slow.  On the Balcony just now I had raisin toast with my coffee.  The crazy toaster burned the corner of toast.  I made two little pieces for the bird that hangs around for hand outs each morning.  He refused to eat it.  And he flew right before me and had a very disappointed conversation with me.  He was so up close that I almost felt like running.  Now my imagination has run away with me before when I talk about birds, but I declare this is true.  Nothing to say this morning?  Yes I guess you could believe that!!!!!

Betty Boop