What’s been keeping me up? The thought of getting old! I’ve always had this vision of me being a cranky ole lady? Sitting on my porch. Shotgun at my side. Whittling something out of wood with my spittoon next to me. I don’t know why I see myself as that type of old lady? That or the eccentric lady that wears huge hats? And is like the characters from Steel Magnolias. I don’t know? Could go either way?
I babble on about this and reincarnation. Enjoy…
