Confession Tuesday

2018 is the year I question everything I have taken for granted. I’m trying to be as honest and open as possible.

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Here's something I really shouldn't confess. This is my writing desk. I should take a fire hose and rinse it all away. I haven't used it as an actual writing space in years. It still functions as a work space, just not a writing space, and certainly not one that inspires. But I will take clean it off and post a picture next week.

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I'm all FREAKED OUT about this super storm that's supposed to hit on Thursday. I'm used to lots of snow. I live in New England, after all. But the threat of high winds and snow and power outages scare me to no end.

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Just before Christmas our Guinea pig passed away. Her name was S'mores and she was sweet! She stayed at a friend's house while we were out of town, but she became ill, I guess. Details are sketchy.  The kids and I took her to the vet but by then it was too late. I miss hearing the random rattling from the cage, and her penchant for snuggling close to my neck. She was 5 years old, I think. You can never be sure with Guinea pigs.

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I confess, I'm happy to be sharing my secrets again. Thanks, Blog Tour, for giving me the push. When I’m in a blogging groove, it’s like telling your best friend all your secrets as soon as they happen. That’s how it was this past Sunday morning. It was early. I blogged, and wanted to write a week’s worth of posts in a few hours. I want that feeling to stick around. Maybe it’s flow. I hope.