Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Lesson learned. Check.
This is about as severely overworked as then get. My spontaneity has all dried up, and I got all invested in the work. Okay, now ready to give up and go on to something else, something light and airy and not yellow. Yeah.