Right after Christmas I got sick. Sinuses. Then I got sick again. Then I started working too many hours on too many things and thus, crickets can be heard here.
Poor, poor blog.
All I can think about is going to the beach. Point Pleasant, NJ to be exact. I've been frequenting that spot over the last 4 years and it began as one day trip with the beau on a very chilly March day, in search of specimens. It seems eons ago that we first met and thus began our ritual of beachgoing, although one year our plans were thwarted by an evil hurricane.
My mind is filled with projects and trips that I can't yet put into action. You see, I have a list. Prioritizing is one tool I learned early on to keep my excited mind from losing track of everything. Notebooks are a necessity, although I pity the poor soul who has to go through it all after I've passed from old age.
First thing is first. The truck needs an oil change. So mundane..........pfffftttt!
I'd rather be painting.
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