Do you have any idea how hard it is to do nothing for 15 minutes?
This last rest period, I found myself wanting to get up from my chair, go over to my computer, and blog it.
I decided at 56-1/2 years of age that I would like to have been called all my life simply by one name, like Colette. I would like to have had one name that was mine, that fit me, that never changed. That's me: Sutton. And this is my place.
(Except maybe for her goddamn brassiere.)