The interrupted post

Begun on Saturday, the 29th

I am sitting here resting after some dreaded houseworky stuff, drinking some iced tea and thinking about taking a shower.  I’ll be heading over to the nursing home today for a little while with the intent of getting home before it gets dark; we’re having some snow.

It’s quiet here right now at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and I’m thinking AND RIGHT HERE I was interrupted and although I had good intentions, I did not get back. Or, perhaps, just perhaps, I took the opportunity to run away from what I was thinking.