Come to think of it, why did I even think my coat was stuffed with feathers? I knew that it can be a sign, but I haven’t looked it up recently, so, right now, as I’m writing this I decided to look it up. The very first thing that popped up and was highlighted was exactly what I was looking for. And the date it was posted happened to be on my mom’s death day.
What was supposed to be a fabulous weekend is turning miserable. It started on Wednesday. Wednesday was my late mom’s birthday. I woke up for work and as I got out of bed I looked out into the backyard. I do this every morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of a deer or coyote. IContinue reading “A Very Stinky Week”