Problem identified.
If life is standing on a hill in a blustery gale then the majority of
humanity holds their “stuff” together in a sturdy 3-ring binder.
Some have to fashion a spiral notebook out of chicken wire to keep
their issues from flying away from them.
A few get nothing but a staple. Doable but tenuous.
I seem to have been blessed with only a paper clip. The old kind. A short, screwy piece of metal
wrapped around itself in an absurd manner.
Enough said.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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