The inimitable Les Paul and Mary Ford. "Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams," folks.
The softly metallic, greyish scent of the rain.
Squeaky little shoes on linoleum floors.
Light-headed. Might be my sincere overdose of coffee today and my dire lack of protein. Will remedy this with a heaping spoonful of Smucker's Natural (Chunky, of course) upon my arrival home.
My dear friend's loss of her family's pup, Maggie. She was theirs for over fifteen years. She was a good and faithful dog. Even now, she rides a heavenly pink cloud with her tongue lolling about in the hamburger-flavored wind.
Days. Til our beach-bound departure. Just under four days. Heaven help me.