I looked up the word “wrought”, thinking of it as I pondered my relationship with my daughters and thought of friends struggling with their mom’s. Thinking of my argument about politics with my dad on Sunday that for me was “wrought with emotion”. I am so grateful for my husband, dogs, house, a sister to go into the Big Apole with. (I think you are not supposed to end a sentence with “with”)

As I was stretching by the river I saw a plastic bag floating in the water! We are ruining our planet. 

I’ve applied for a job at Finkles, I sold 21 hats on Saturday at low low prices.  One day at a time.