John Denver – Grandma’s Feather Bed

Monday Evening

I’ve been staring at a blank page for well over 45 minutes.  It’s one of those nights where words are hard to flow out my lil’ pea brain.  So we peck out a few words and peck away some more.  I think that when it all comes down to it we all just do the best that we can when it’s staring at your face.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day and maybe my mind will click a lot better than it is today.  It’s all good at the end of the day.

A thought for Monday