What If You Ran Out of Syllables?
You’ve reached your quota and … uh-oh …
Hey, Kids! How’s everyone in our splendiferous Pub Family? And the rest of Medium Land?
Have you had a good week? A “wish I could pull the duvet over my head” week? Something in between?
As always, my kitchen is open for all the cybercuddles you can stand, along with a pot of cinnamon tea and some warm chocolate chip cookies.
Pop into the comments and let us know if you need some cheering on or cheering up. Or whatever else you might need from us to nudge you along.
I’m sorry to be late with this newsletterish. It should have been done this morning, but now it’s evening — and here I am. We’re having a record-breaking heatwave here in Alberta. This is the third week of it being warmer than usual, with at least another couple of weeks to go.
So I’m a wilting, sticky, puddle and I feel completely wrung out, made worse by the fact that with this heat I’m not sleeping well. I just could NOT get to the newsletterish today after about 4 minutes of sleep (okay, a little more than that but it’s too many 3 to 4-hour nights in a row).
Anyhoo…better now than not at all, right?
I wonder about weird things sometimes. Or so I’ve been told anyway. Usually by…
