My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I tend to bruise easily. As in, brush up against a table - bruise. Barked a shin on the padded ottoman - bruise. Rattle my head on a low hanging shelf in the laundry room that your husband rounded the corners on so you wouldn’t put an eye out - bruise. I also have a [...]
By my third loop through the house ~ bedroom. bathroom, laundry room, living room, kitchen ~ I had progressed from confused to annoyed to down right pissed. This frantic forgetfulness happened far too often, but in no other aspect of my life. I can remember names and faces. I can recall minutia from three weeks ago that [...]
