It's a dismal day, I have a pile of work to do, and all I want to do is climb under my quilt and take a nap.
Umm. Nap. On the other hand, these Developmentals won't write themselves.
I'll be entertaining tomorrow, OK? Or at least have cake. In the meantime, some purple lilacs and tulips from my garden.
This even more self-indulgent entry than usual brought to you by the letter P, for Procrastinate.