Well, the Gentle Reader and I survived another day. And with tomorrow only seconds away, I'm left to reflect on the previous hours. Saturday is now past events and Sunday will soon become today's events. And I'm left to wonder what type of day Sunday will be. I guess I'll find out sooner rather than later. But with Sunday looming closer and closer, all I feel is exhaustion. So perhaps I'll get some rest before I encounter another day. And when I awake, I'll be both awake and alert and better able to encounter Sunday with both enthusiasm and gusto.
And as I'm lost in thought in the Winter, here are some photos of Katrina Bowden.