The blog sits, like a sink full of dirty dishes.
My worry, and my words, are typically night owls. But lately my words sleep. And so should I.
So I'll go to bed, like every night, holding the simple hope that I -and the rest of my little family- will wake to touch tomorrow.
JEB
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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