I'm Keeping This Tab Open So I Can Type Things As I Think Of Them
I have a tiny age spot on my right hand. It's my first one, and it's bothering me more than I would have thought. Keep in mind, this is the hand Finn attacked --- there are bite scars all the way around. But this one little brown spot is distressing me to no end.
I keep having a dream in which I'm trying to teach Dale Earnhardt, Jr. to knit.
He adamantly refuses to even try.
My reading momentum has come to a dead, screeching halt. The book here on the coffee table is enjoyable, but it's simply not gripping me like the half dozen or so before it.
I've "adopted" a horse through Humanity for Horses. Each month, I pay for a bale of hay for her.