A beautiful Tuesday morning. I have no meetings. Today I’ll get my full twelve hours in. First on my agenda is to start on a new poem. At the moment I have no idea what it will be about, but something will come. It always does. I’ll sit with coffee, a pad, and a pencil and be ready when the idea arrives.
A friend in Springfield sent me this quote.
“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.
I wish you all a good day too.