where am I?

Good question.

Where indeed?

I’m stationary (?) at home, and got bogged down with bed changing (guests), laundry, cooking, planning (for a party), catching up (always!), baking (muffins for people I want to thank), meeting with my partner to discuss the latest draft of my screenplay, going out for physio (for my back; I don’t want to talk about it), and welcoming my guest, my daughter, up from Boston (Quincy, actually) to help me with my party - all for family. And now I’ve run out of time and energy. I wish I could buy some.

I have a file folder full of blog ideas and ….

Maybe tomorrow.

When is a blog not a blog?

When it’s not.


Where are you ?