Yes, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday, and once again, I got nothin’. We had a rehearsal for Fabulous and Fatal, our latest, and perhaps last, murder mystery. We got some dinner at The Happen Inn in Little Falls. Now I am home and, quite frankly, looking forward to bedtime. But I do not want to be making my Sunday post early Monday morning, so here we are.
Some people may ask (and you know who you are), what reason have I to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a chaise lounge or otherwise (regular readers may remember that I have no chaise lounge)? I suppose I must confess, very little reason indeed.
I will not reiterate here all the good things in my life. Nor yet will I make a list of the bad. Who keeps score of these things anyways? Oh, I suppose YOU do (once again, you know who you are). One feels the way one feels. That is all.
I will feel happier once I reach 200 words and hit Publish. For one reason, Steven is on board with my plan to watch Carnival of Souls, one of my favorite Halloween movies (I like it the rest of the year as well). I hope to see you all again on Monstrous Monday.