Too much thinking

It would appear that I've spent far too much time thinking of what to write this evening. I crippled myself by taking this post way too seriously. Don't you hate it when that happens? It's like the ego sabotaging what works. Authenticity works. And by that I don't suppose that "thinking" is a counterfeit...err...ok, what!? It's been a long day. Grant me a moment of brain shutdown. No walks, no poetry, just a sore throat and a baby with a cold. The laundry got done, floors were mopped, the broom was used, dinner was made and dishes were washed.

And instead of uneccesary further ramblings, let's do what's right and stare at this cute face. That is all.