Thursday, September 18, 2008
Today is one of those days when I just want to curl up in bed and have a pity party. No particular reason; just because. I want to pull the covers over my head - as long as they are freshly laundered by someone other than me - and pretend I'm a rock. Or maybe a clod of mud. Or something inanimate that can just be but not be bothered. Something that doesn't have to speak and isn't spoken to. Something that just is.
Posted by Sharon Hanks at 12:50 PM