Yesterday I took the day off from blogging.
I suspect that the most valuable and full of wonder things happen for us are on the days when we feel the least productive, least focused, least intent on making the world a better place-hah!–days of resting, dreaming, piddling, chatting, biking, eating, and so on and so on. All of which I did yesterday.
In my dream state I decided what story I will write for you next week: It’s called
“Fuzz L Furr and Why I Paint.”
It’s a pretty, pretty good little story about a kitty we used to have back in the day–sort of–we sort of had him–he sort of had us–by the name of Fuzz L. Furr and how good ole Fuzz inspires me to paint.
No picture of Fuzz L. Sorry, he was camera shy.