Just be glad I’m not bumping from Oz.
And happy Monday.
Bump. No matter what anybody else tells you.
Another week begins and, in the immortal words of Bette Davis, “fasten your seatbelts – it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Not awake yet. Bump.
Not dead yet. Bump.
Seatbelt fastened.
Bump.
An early Tuesday bump, HERE!
Still twenty minutes to go to Tuesday here.
Bump.
Just a plain old bump.
It’s a foggy day. Bump.
It’s a gray day, as usual here.
Bump.
Is that so? It’s quite sunny where I am…
Bump.
We’re obviously not in the same place.
Bump.
The poor thread – getting bumped from one place and another. Of course, here it doesn’t stay sunny or cloudy for more than an hour, most of the time.
Bump.
Gray day here.
Bump.
Dark night here.
Bump.
Sunset was at 1655 today. Days are getting longer!
Bump.
And sunrises are getting a wee bit earlier. Bump.
I am SO looking forward to it being light when I get home from work.
Bump.
I’m looking forward to when I can get in a full 18 holes after work. But that won’t happen until June.
Bump.