I’m posting early today. I had planned on going to Tea on the Mountain over yonder in Tracy City for a frilly luncheon with my book club, but I opted out at the last minute. If I'd gone to the tea room, today’s photos would have been soooooo much more interesting. Later today I’m seeing my therapist. Fuck – wish I could simply say *a* therapist instead of *my* therapist. I use her sparingly because of no insurance coverage for people with broken spirits. :) Nah, I’m not that bad off, but I do need a tune-up every so often. Anyway, I didn’t know if my therapist would’ve approved of me taking a pic in her office. LOL.

This photo taking thing is not as easy as it might seem. No sillies, the mechanical part is easy - it's just that over the years I've rarely been in any photos. I've usually been the person taking pictures. For all the world knows, my children grew up as orphans. But just into day 17 I'm realizing there might be some value in this close examination of self. Among many things, I might stop being so hard on myself. I might rejoice a bit more. Add substance to my laughter. I might see close-up that aging is okay and is a beautiful thing. Whatever. I am not kidding - the first few days I looked at the photos and thought, "Holy crap - who is that woman!" Well, I guess I have a year to find out. :)

Anyway, today is a good day. I’ve recently received some super spiffy emails from some super spiffy friends, but the *icing* arrived this morning. Mucho Thanks.

Oh, and Jules, you’re right. I am a 61 year old hottie! All I need to do is remember to wear some make-up and my smile.

I really should do before and after shots of the following two, but I won't. I yam who I yam. :)

Blessings to your day. Reenie