The sun was a welcome sight this morning. When we lived in Northern Illinois, the whole winter was like it has been the last few days -- grey skies but not everlasting humidity.
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
