I still have trouble being like the puffin.
It’s OK to do what we can, and be happy about it. Isn’t it?
Today the minimum was forced on me. That’s not something I can change. What I am realizing, gradually and reluctantly, is to be thankful for anything and everything.
So I’m jumping into my bed. And will enjoy my Michael Connelly novel.
Thank you, little puffin.
Eleanor Lawrie, Author 