Aww....sweet little floofies!!
Good morning.
While I was waiting I wrote a letter. I think I need to write another one.
I dreamed of broken china last night and that I cried over it. It wasn’t even a design I could have afforded, much less wanted, but it was in my possession and it was a platter/tray. None of the pieces were bigger than a third of an inch. But I was bawling like a baby over it.
The broken china indicates a change I probably won’t like, but “eventually it will be beneficial.” The crying indicates a friend in distress.
While I was thinking about it, I spilled my breakfast. *sheesh* So here’s my day.