Pretty flowers are made for blooming,

Pretty stars are made to shine.

Pretty girls are made for boy's love,

Little Maggie was made for mine.

Well, yonder stands little Maggie

With a dram glass in her hand,

She's a drinkin' down her troubles

Over courtin' some other man.

Bob sings about Maggie a lot.

It's autumn.

But I really miss painting in Italy.

Just wanted to show off my zucchini.

That is all.

Things are good again.

I'm keeping my head above water.

This helps.

I'm ready for new things.

This photo absolutely doesn't relate to what I have to say. I just like it because I miss her, and miss seeing her happy.

Such a confusing week.

I miss the countryside right now.

I miss the countryside right now. The city is raining, there is heavy traffic on I-83, which happens to be at eye-level with my window. We are watching each other, these people stuck in traffic.

My stomach hurts and hurts and hurts, and I am lethargic. I need to get many things done, but I don't move. For all the speed of a big city, all I want to do is curl up and stay still.

Look! I had a show!

Just took down the show from Sorrento - this was my little corner.

Epic things are happening.

Switzerland of Ohio.

I have absolutely no attention span today. It's taken me 4 hours to read 20 pages. I just keep distracting myself.