It’s been the better part of a week, and I have lots of ideas but I’ve written nothing new. So it goes. It’s the end of my youngest son’s birthday. He’s seventeen. Good heavens.
I’m almost done with the mom-stuff. I’m still their mother, but for the most part my role is limited to a listening ear, some feedback, and money. Now that I have the van and can drive I provide that service, too.😏
In any event, here I am, and here’s what I can come up with in the mess that remains of the day.
Three stars in the sky
Not just the end of a day
The end of an era.