There simply wasn’t a blog in me, yesterday.

I scrounged around for it, looked hither and yon and all other locales literary for it, but no hide nor tail of one could be found.

This morning there was a faint hint of a blog, drifting in with the honeysuckles on the storm dampened wind.

True, there’s not much substance to this effort here, but there is effort. In these days with my heart still sore to the glance, we’ll take effort as a win.

Until Monday (tomorrow is a travel day)…

Chloe