Good Morning. I went to bed at 10:45 last night, I dunno why, so I am up at 5:45. Arrrgh. The wind is still blowing, as it has for two days, and the sky is gray.
I just heard my Grandson's "superbuddy" audio trade-mark as he signed off the "buddy list". I wonder if he is getting up early, or just going to bed. I suspect the later, as he is a night owl.
It is so early that I haven't a darn thing to say. So I will just look in the computer files and put in a picture, any picture, to amuse myself and hopefully you.
Picked at random, almost, from my photo collection. Unripe grapes. Might call the photo PROMISE for the grapes will be splendid as soon as they ripen, you just have to give them time and water.
In last two days have received long questionaires in email with fifty two silly questions that are supposed reveal one's personality. "If you were a crayon, what color would you be?" That is a cutesy way of asking what your favorite color is. Does favorite color reveal personality? Does anyone care what my favorite color is? Do I have a favorite? Would I rather all flowers were purple? My favorite color ice cream is different from my favorite color car. (Well, no, they aren't. I like both in chocolate.) What is even sillier: I filled it out and send it back.
In other words: Good Morning.