Weather forecast for tonight:
dark.
George Carlin
(blooming ornamental lillies / Julie Cook / 2018)
The spring forecast in Georgia is nothing more than a living definition of
an educated guess.
One day it’s near 80, the next, it doesn’t even climb out of the 40’s…
Fickled, beautiful Southern belle she is… this thing we call Spring…
And perhaps that may be more or less my own forecast here in WP in the several coming weeks.
Spotty at best.
Life never is what we’d like nor prefer—never the ideal…
and that is certainly the case in our small corner of the world.
After her precarious maternity leave, our daughter-n-law, with the new baby in tow,
will be spending the next several weeks with us as she ventures back to work today.
She will be finishing out the school year while staying with us since her school is closer to
us versus their home in Atlanta…the idea of commuting was a no-brainer…
there will be no commuting!
Our son’s work is there, in the big city, so until a new school is found closer to them for her
or a new job is found closer to us for him…well, we’re just juggling time and space…
as well as a nearly 2 month old baby who just doesn’t believe in sleep.
So on those day’s when the night prior was sleepless, like last night, I may or may not
show up in your reader…
Sleep, perchance to dream…
I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me
Psalm 3:5
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