The Plan

You know you’re in trouble when you can no longer cross your legs in the computer chair and pull the keyboard table over them. I really need to get up and exercise. The middle age spread rolls across like jam on bread and is just as lumpy – not a pretty sight indeed.

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Thunderstorms in the low country

Sounds reverberate off themselves here in the low country. With little to bounce off of in the landscape, the booms of thunder can be heard from miles away. The windows rattle as the cracking thunder claps move closer…under the beds head the scaredy cats…into the cat trees go the brave ones. Soundly they sleep as the thunderstorm passes.

Oh, to be a brave one!

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