The Post that Moves the Prior Post Down

I have nothing.

As I sit here.

Nothing.

I just couldn't leave that gruesome picture at the top of my Blog.

I woke up this morning realizing that I needed to post something.

Anything.

Just to move the old one down further.

I could just delete it.

But I won't.

It's there.

It haunts me.

It taunts me.

Brian is due back today from his fishing tournament.

It rained all weekend.

He called to say that the rainwear I bought him kept his clothes dry.

But his feet are wet and cold.

He spent two nights in the rain.

Fishing.

Loving every minute of it.

I married a lunatic.

I know this.

I accept it.

Holly

xxx-ooo