Friday night was good because I watched one of my favorite movies and cried. Saturday was cool because it was spent with family and friends.
Sunday…not so much. I was depressed and feeling sorry for myself. I got pretty much nothing done except laundry and a short trip to the store. Probably not a good idea to drive as I was in a bit of a fog, too. I watched movies and television and convinced myself I never wanted to write again.
I don’t have those days often but Sunday was one of them. I'm better now. I hope the rest of the week is a little brighter.
Oddly enough when I went to change my hottie calendar (I forget the actual name but it’s full of hot men) to March there was Ashtyn. This very picture. Small world. Had no idea Ashtyn was there for my birth month.

I’m feeling old. I’ll be 45 this month. Originally I thought about getting a tattoo to mark the day but now I am beginning to chicken out.
Have a good week.