Sweet marmalade with opal eyes. How gorgeous for a Sunday morning!
Good morning.
I just went to adjust the volume controls on my phone and found a message from Rocky. A photo of a butterfly sitting on the back of a frog. She likes butterflies or hummingbirds and I like frogs and monkeys.
People are bailing from FB right and left, and I’m pretty sure Twitter is experiencing a mass exodus as well. My family members are scattered all over, now, on Gab, Parler and MeWe. They can’t seem to get together on any one site, now that FB is so intent on censorship. I just found them all and now they’re splitting up into different venues. *sigh*
It’s a nice thought, the picture from Rocky, but better would be if she didn’t leave her dog outside to bark. People with dogs seem to be rather like people who play musical instruments: they believe they and their noisemaker are in a Cone of Silence.
And that’s enough of me griping for this morning ;-). I’ll go wash up and sort some laundry before I start my prayers.