Well before the sun was anywhere near the horizon, Typist fluttered her eyes and looked at the red numbers on her ancient clock radio. She scanned her body — not 100%, but improving. Good ‘ole Shakespeare was right, she thought… How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Waking up to that song would be startling, but after a few seconds and my brain is aware of what it is, it would make me hop out of bed with a positive attitude.
Reader wants to know why you have an ancient clock radio? ⏰ 📻 🤔
Reader is also curious about songs, dialogues, canine intuition, body scans, muse interpretations, art, the meaning of life, storytelling, values, opposing thoughts, random thoughts, random acts, wonder, ah, wonder!
Where does it all begin, where does it end? How does a bumblebee fly? Who thought wow, flight of the bumblebee would make a great song title? How are songs titled? Books?
So many questions… so little time…
Life is precious. I guess I’ll just have to trust my old friend, gratitude. Hmmm? Yep!
What a kickin’ start to the day! Maybe even the entire week end. “Like I knew that I would!”
HaHa! Divine timing! Who’s twirling? 😊
Waking up to that song would be startling, but after a few seconds and my brain is aware of what it is, it would make me hop out of bed with a positive attitude.
Reader wants to know why you have an ancient clock radio? ⏰ 📻 🤔
Reader is also curious about songs, dialogues, canine intuition, body scans, muse interpretations, art, the meaning of life, storytelling, values, opposing thoughts, random thoughts, random acts, wonder, ah, wonder!
Where does it all begin, where does it end? How does a bumblebee fly? Who thought wow, flight of the bumblebee would make a great song title? How are songs titled? Books?
So many questions… so little time…
Life is precious. I guess I’ll just have to trust my old friend, gratitude. Hmmm? Yep!