As predicted, Pecan Lane Phil did not see his shadow today. We had a three dog night up in the bed last night, snuggling for warmth and body heat. Faith usually takes the end of the bed and
Sammy D slips up under the blanket next to my butt. Oscar just finds a comfy spot and hangs his cute as hell little schauzer lookin' head over whatever body part is sticking out. Kinda reminds me of sleeping with a pile of puppies which is a little bit like heaven.
A dear friend of mine has written a book of poetry and self published. This gives me inspiration to do what I know is meant to be in my life. Many years ago, I was an avid reader of a columnist who wrote about faith matters for his local newspaper. That was back in the day when we rushed out to actually BUY one on sunday morning just to see what's up. I sent him a groupie type email once, telling him how his stories had touched me and asked him why he had never written a book. His response to me went something like this " I write my stories one day at a time. That's my book."
Makes you think ^j^