I am breathing. I even manage to smile from time to time. Papaya Sunshine, my potcake puppy, is getting quite accustomed to my trembly hugs. She is my lifeline.
I may look at writing today. Although my heart isn’t in it yet, my knock-kneed brain is screaming for the workout.
Hopefully, I won’t break anything sprinting about without a veteran muse in the lead. I’ll keep you updated on what literary trouble my Bahamian pup and her ‘thump-thump!’ of a tail drags me into.