Good Friday morning, my peeps. I sure hope your neck of the woods isn’t too wet or cold or snowy. It’s a gross morning here. First there was snow and now it is raining and windy. It’s gonna be a crappy drive into work. Why do I not work from home, again? Oh yeah. Cuz I have the knack to choose the wrong job. Will fix that right quick in the new year, tell you what! So… For two days now I’ve been struggling to come up with something for this photo for Friday Fictioneers. Can’t not play, eh? It is my photo and it would just be rude to diss the boss. This time of year is a challenging one for me (and for many others, I do not doubt) and it’s nigh on impossible to not focus on all the happenings that have happened in December for the past thirteen years – with a new one added less than a week ago, no less. Not very original, either, as this is pretty much autobiographical. C’est la vie! Should you wish to play along or read what others have come up with, just click on the frog below and add your link. If I don’t manage to come back to blog, I shall wish you all a very Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah or whatever it is you celebrate!
How does she do it, you think?
Do what?
Always find the light, the silver lining, the positive. It’s annoying, actually.
You’re just jealous because you’re an old crabby-ass.
Am not!
Okay, you’re not. Always.
Hmph! Still. With all the shit she has been through, you’d think she would be sad.
Maybe that’s why she focuses on the light. Because she knows the dark. Sounds cliché, but truth, don’t you think?
True. She probably does have sad moments but keeps them to herself.
Exactly.
What say we drop by and say hello? The light’s on.
I think she’d love it.
A Dalectable Life 