This has been a strange week for Rainy Day. One of her oldest and bestest friends in the whole wide world visited for a few days, and so nothing much was accomplished beyond a great deal of visiting, a few glasses of red, and entirely too much coffee;-)
Then, her friend went home, and Rainy Day seemed to have misplaced a few days. Do you ever lose a day or two? And if so, do you ever find those lost days? Where?
So, Rainy Day woke this morning, sure it was Monday and that she had two full days in which to work on her weekly offering, only to discover as she was out and about, running errands, meeting with other friends, that today is Wednesday, and she's the eight ball with the queue stick coming fast upon her!
It is most embarrassing for Rainy Day. She likes to have her column written well before the due date. And has actually started several and filed them away someplace safe. Too safe. She can't find them. Sorta like those days that disappeared on her. Or her Life. She is very sure she put her life in a shoebox on the top closet shelf a few years ago when she had important things with which to deal, but then, when she went looking for the shoebox, it was gone.
So, Rainy Day is asking for your patience – and if you find her missing days, or better yet, her missing life, please let her know!
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