Shoot! I've always believed that I was a very thoughtful person but I must have been wrong! For the life of me I can't think of a thing worthy of typing. It has been that way for some time now, you as my witness.
I suspect that a lot of folks are like me and can't really read when being bothered by music. So I added a little music to this mornings note in hopes of fussing the fact there is no content. Only thing wrong is for some, I had to cut it short, not knowing if they were still using a dial-up service or not. If you don't have a pretty fast server I'm sorry about the music.
Will say that we found a dead armadillo in the ditch across from Reeds on our street. Think another animal and the dead one must have fought because of the torn up leaves in a ten or twelve foot area. Lots of blood there too and from the looks of the claws on the armadillo I'd bet all the blood didn't come from him.
Anyway, where there is life there is hope and both of us here woke up full of it this morning. We're trusting you did too!
We're on our way to Columbia for Glenda's regular six month checkup with the cancer doctor. By the way, she has passed the magical five year mark cancer free.
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I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.~Molly Ivins
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