Happy Valentine's Day sport's fans. I drug out of bed this morning in slow motion. It was gray outside with about an inch of snow on the ground. Winter really wants to get us but it's the middle of February. We are on the back end of winter. Sure we might get some foul weather but so far so good.
I ran into a creative wall at my workshop. Last week I had such energy to finish my latest project but today, I couldn't seem to get it together.
When I got home from work, Philip took me out to dinner. We went into Fortville, just a few miles from out house. We ate at the Fort Grille. The food was OK but their dining area is a little less than intimate. It's not a restaurant that I would chose if we had more time.
I am beginning to believe that writing in the morning is better for me. At night I feel like I am just more dull.
I had all kind of ideas this morning for things to tell you, but tonight, I am just thinking about getting to bed and going to sleep.
Which reminds me, I had a dream about Brad Pitt last night. He was flirting with me in my dreams and I was just giving him the cold shoulder. My friend, Julie, was in my dream, watching what was happening and kept asking me if I was going to do "it' with Brad. Of course I said no...I think. Besides Angelina was there and she and Brad rode off in a dog sled across a rocky hillside - a sweetheart thing to do.
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