Some of the stuff I’ve been working on today. I wish my brain could stop talking to me and let me listen to my hand instead.
I got my natural haircolour again, it’s full of silver, too. “Sandra, do you understand how old you are?” asked my beloved husband. “Yes, I’m as old as my mother was when she became a grandmother and I’m as old as your mother was when you and I met”. I really don’t care, I’m not afraid of aging – got other things to worry about.