Dear Thursday,

Dear Thursday,

I just wanted to let you know that I am so darn tired of destashing in the art room. I've been at it for days...days! I'm almost there, and I'll stick it out, but honestly, I'm done mentally. Lots of bags being dropped off at Goodwill, and more have hit the trash.

I also want you to know that I really, really miss the beach. I miss walking on the pier at night, looking for shells, eating crab, and fudge. Cookie dough fudge is to die for. Mostly, I miss sitting on the deck in the wee hours of the morning, sipping coffee, and maybe eating a fresh pastry. I miss the sunsets and checking to see if Ace has jumped into the sound yet again. Have to admit that I admire Ace; he goes for it. So what if he had to spend the night on the deck? Bet it was worth every penny in Ace's book.

So, Thursday, it's time to go dry the hair and then vacuum, before I delve into the books I bought at Barney Noble's last night, and that the UPS man delivered from Amazon on Tuesday.  Thursday, I have to admit that I do love Amazon!

Love,

Paula