8.0.7. Willow Lane. Everytime the clock says 8.0.7. I think of my address from my growing up years. It had a tree name. You know how I am about trees. OK.
Today there is more rain going on. Maybe more rain off and on all the way through tomorrow. So I will be tidying up here inside. I do not like being inside.
I don't have really anything much to write about. I should write a letter to my folks, though I don't have news to write about. What can I say? I jot down thoughts/ideas to write about and then when I look at them again, I think, dullsville for sure. I do the best that I can.
On another note, sometimes I feel like I am everyone's whipping girl. I know, sounds pitiful. I try so hard and yet it isn't enough. I think that I am just overtired and should go back to bed again. A little more sleep helps me a lot.
I think more sleep sounds perfect. Later. Peace.