My lovely travelling companions,
How y'all doing?
Here me is, tired like a dawg that frolic all night. Huh, I wish I been frolicking.
Moving to a new dwelling place again, I been.
Ma settle into she new home safe and comfortable. Me, she carer-companion, go where she go. I park me shoes, me clothes, in she new place of abode. And of course, me writing material!
Me hardy ancestors who heave tent and belongings in caravan across hot, dusty desert...I raise me hand to me heart, me lips, me forehead, in respect to them.
The packing up of things, then unpacking and putting everything into place, got me feeling as if I leave me writing spirit in a box, and I ain't find the box to unpack it as yet.
Please stay safe, dear friends, neena xxx.