It all started with…

This is me today…

In my writing cave, over the garage.

It all started with breakfast. I really wanted a waffle. A mile-high waffle, with fruit and whipped cream. And bacon. Yeah, bacon. Bacon would make my day today. But, I had no waffle. No waffle maker. No bacon. No breakfast of champions. Instead, I got to eat this…

Red River Cereal — from the Red River Valley in Manitoba-land. With blueberries. It’s full of birdseed goodness. FYI — that blue background. That is my sofa. Yes, I set my Harlequin dish on my blue sofa. That is exactly the color. The Mad Hatter is around here somewhere, too.

This is a close up. Red River in the raw…

When you cook it, it just looks like bloated birdseed. But it’s full of yummy goodness. And, I had no waffle. No waffle maker. No bacon.

Now, I’m sitting in my office over the garage. Writing this post. Looking out the window. It’s bleak. Bleak street in little urbia. The trees are naked. Bare. The leaves ripped from their branches in yesterday’s wind. Leaves on the ground.

Portent, baby, portent.

So this is me today. In my writing cave, over the garage. Hitting the delete key. No paper to crumple, because my printer is out of ink.

Yeah, this is me. Little Miss Debbie Downer.

It must be Friday Eve!

Elen