Check out my post on Friday over at the Scruffy Dog Blog: The Best Advice

My good friend Sandy Jones has a poem up at Circadian: The Wait

Yes, folks, it really is 3:15 am. That’s what happens when you can’t hold your red wine anymore. :yelling: Now that I’m freezing my :censored: off… I guess I’ll go climb back in bed.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.