When Sylvia wanted to know what my six word memoir was, she stumped me. Lately my life has been one very repetitive (and boring) rerun. Every single day the same thing, like clockwork. So, my life at the moment?
Everyday the same, only books change.
Thank goodness for the great distraction of a new book with characters who lead far more exciting lives than I do.
However, perhaps things are looking up. Today it is sunny out, not gray. I'm off to look at MP3 players (a big step for me who never even thought I'd own a computer--and honestly I'm much more progressive-thinking than I sound). I'm going out to dinner with my family to celebrate my birthday (complete with cake). So, maybe this is better?
My life, a work in progress.