Sunday Morning Coming Down
I can't get that old Kristofferson song out of my head this morning. It's a dank, dreary Sunday morning. Quiet, moody, and I just feel a bit down. Fortunately, I know from experience, this too shall pass. That's one of the benefits of being a "mature adult". You know things don't stay the same for too long.Maybe I need to read the paper to cheer me up. Yeah, right!
posted by B.G. Roberts @ 11:18 AM
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