The weekend is a beautiful thing. I got so much done. I’m so happy!
Though not technically the weekend, on Wednesday I went for dinner, and a hug with Rube — amazing :) 73 more words
An original poem by Coeur d’un Poète.
What is it about Sunday that makes it dreadful?
Is it the sorrow for the short respite now gone, 343 more words
Another wonderful day in Balboa Park. I took lots of photos.
As I walked past the Spreckels Organ Pavilion, I paused for a bit to talk to the creator of a small 20 pipe street organ named Misty. 140 more words