Well, here I sit--old long robe and high top sleep socks, coffee in hand and getting cold. What does that mean? Haven't felt this in a while. I like it. Can't stay long coffee gets cold. Lovely it is. Raspberries in my oatmeal, makes me happy. Except for the tiny seeds, they were delightful for a change.
I guess I am impatient, but no birds yet at my new bird feeder. Patience is what I lack. I do try, but I really want to see what kind of birds I can attract. I could not stay long, I was getting cold and the birds are reluctant to new things and I will give them time.
Time does march on and I must keep up.
BETTY (march on BOOP)
p. s. Choir practice is today.
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