I don’t feel much like a railroad engineer this morning; more like I’m dragging up my caboose. I’d like to be able to make some readable excuse, but actually, I just feel like draggin’ up and going back to bed. This too shall pass. Won’t it?

I’ve been digging out and considering what to give away, throw away, or just tuck away. Out of sight, out of mind...

Number one G-granddaughter will be coming here after school and maybe a round of Sponge Bob will shed a new light on the track ahead of me.