I'm going to be brief today. Getting up in the middle is taking a toll on my well-being. But, I really would miss it if I didn't write at least a little something. I think these daily pages are good. Truly. And church was good. A lot of smiling going on, and a little singing never hurt anyone. And standing around with a plate of someone's deviled eggs as a coffee hour offering afterwards was well worth it. It's a great way to start small conversations.
So, up to hand-write a little, and do my 9th poem of the month. At least that is something I have kept up with! Now I can't stop... Here, courtesy of Robert Brewer of Poetic Asides, is Prompt #9: