4/24 - 1: Good morning all <<<ahh>>> stretches and yawns. I had this weird feeling that I needed to find my life this morning. I looked under the chair and it was not there, looked under the bed and in the checkbook to, still nothing. Went for a walk to get some fresh air, but that made me hungry; so I cooked breakfast. Bacon and sunny side up eggs, good eating.
The first week of September last year, people really seemed to be finding life. One said something about winning the lotto and buying an island; moving there to get away from it all. Apparently life can be too much if found. She was gipped did not even get to name it; real kind though invited everyone. So as we sit and read what people post, we read that we have readers; wait so how does someone read? Someone has to write it..... The Island of Angel was created, shortened to TIOA and other things, to make it hopefully easier in format. There is this neat little function that you can use, click on my image and tell it to open in a new tab. Hit the ignore button, then you will not have to read it if you do not like it. Otherwise:
Perhaps those bills in the mailbox is life, no going through the grind is life, dang it has anyone found it?
No animals were hurt during this time, if I wrote some; left and read, wrote some left and ate, wrote some left and... finally posted. was that life?