The Woolgatherer Conspiracy

My headaches often come as flocks of sheep.

Hustling and bustling about, they block all the quirky little roads in my brain.

Herd them east, they wander west. Shoo them away, they plant their wooly butts right at my feet and “Baa!!!”

Baa!!!

Baa!!!

So, please, blame the lateness (and meaningless) of this blog on the bleating lambs in my head. There are nuts in sheep’s clothing up here.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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