While it's true that I'm beyond grateful to say — as this year winds down — to have completed volume three of my book series, Words In Our Beak, the year has been very hard finically and health wise. But last night, I heeded the wisdom found in the following first stanza of a James Taylor song...
(When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be)
... and went up on the roof of my building. For indeed it was peaceful "up on roof" the last night, which is something you might surmise from seeing the pictures atop this entry of yours truly dressed in many layers.
