Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever

Lost by the way

It is Thursday. Who's counting? 

I thought this cupboard was closed, but here all the forgotten things have spilled out. I'm not ready. Where can I hide?

Blessings of the befuddled be upon me. May I do the best I can. May I forgive each transgression I stumble over, the roadblocks and the pitted ground.