My newest RoadKill collage.
It's cold and rainy here. Good weather for warm socks.
Sunday, our neighbors' 14 year old Australian Sheppard died. We had a lovely funeral in their back yard. Quite a few people came and of course there was food because this is the South. RIP sweet Xena.
I realized this week that it is no longer a shock to start writing a new date in January of each year. For many years it felt like a "fun" or "new" thing. Holy Crap.....this is what getting older brings.
I am happy somewhere way deep inside and I can feel it radiating. I will be glad when it reaches the surface and I can bust out singing. For now, I'm nursing a cold that requires all kinds of meds because of the COPD. I am so grateful not to be smoking.