To add insult to my small misery I accidentally erased my Outlook Express identity. I lost ALL of my addresses, stashed e-mails w/photos and info. Woosh, gone. I’d e-mail W and whine for help, but 1) he wouldn’t recognize my scratchy baritone voice and 2) his e-mail was in there too. Oops. . . .
I’ll leave you with this: Down the street, my neighbor plants tulips every November then awaits their arrival for his wife on Valentines Day.
Another neighbor doubted they would make it, then yesterday I spotted this:
Beauty and faith. Happy Valentines Day.