Yesterday is a million memories away, tomorrow.…..a million dreams. Today consists of air to sustain me, a few morsels of food to temporarily silence my rebellious stomach, a soft spot on which to lie to temporarily de-clutter my brain, other mortal creatures to freely mingle with as I choose, and a trillion opportunities to chase after–some cleverly disguised as problems. I love life with all its trappings; what is there NOT to love about it???
Fred's Soapbox 