The hardest part about writing a daily blog is if the words don’t show up when I wake up. When that happens I look around the house for a muse. Kinda like today. Radio silence in my head. Stories yes, words no.
I call out to French Husband,
"What should I write about today?"
From the other room French Husband says,
"Sex."
"Coffee, tea or me… that’s perfect!"
He comes in and repeats,
"Perfect?"
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Photo: Two empty chairs, and waiting for hot tea.
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