Time Passages

My dearest friend has two of these clocks -- one for her home in Little Rock, and one for their place on the Little Red River. It suits her to a tee.

It's starting to fit me, too:

Ain't it the truth!

I'm going to Book Club tonight.  The assignment is yet another teenage angst novel.  That's what happens when you join a Book Club full of thirty-something high school teachers and social workers -- you read a lot of teenage angst. At least there was no sex in this one.  Reading about teenage sex kinda creeps me out.

Oh, well -- the wine is chilling and it'll be a fun and relaxing evening, because . . . whatever.