Coming off of siesta today I struggled to wake up. There was somebody there in the mist urging me to keep going and believing in good things. I distinctly remember the comfort of my bed under me with Butterbean on the pillow next to my face. Weary, that's the word for this old gal.

I will be away for a while living my life and taking more frequent naps. If the spirit moves, I'll post at The Dew

Y'all keep the faith. ^j^