I'm not really a poet and I know it.

Sunday's post, a short one at most
Can I continue this rhyme, you bet, anytime
But I think I must concentrate, or a good score I wont' rate.

I don't know where that came from. The possessed poet inside of me. That or this has been the week that I didn't get any sleep and I am just brain dead. (I sleep at night every other week and the other weeks I pretty much toss and turn all night. Wednesday's blog attests to which week it was.)

What have I accomplished since my last post?

I was supposed to meet with two area authors to plot an author's tea we are hosting in September but one of them had to cancel. We are going to try again in two weeks.

On the plus side, my daughter and I worked for hours yesterday on the nonprofit. So much to do! But she is so amazingly organized. I kept looking at her last night and asking, "who is this person? Certainly not my daughter, who flunked out of college, has been in oh-so much trouble over the years, is my strong-willed child (i.e. the difficult child)."

I have also been researching the creation of a website. I've tried a few website designers and have put a few things together, but am not happy with any of it yet. I will keep working on that.

Until next time we meet, stay happy and stay sweet!