When I'm not creating stories, which is never, I'm tootling in my empty nest. Suffice to say I'm always tootling and finding story seeds everywhere.

Life is great. It's better when you watch closely and see patterns repeat. Like turning back to fur babies when the kids have flown. Go #teamfurbaby!

It's all good. My husband of 33 years has finally come around. We've adopted a feral calico, Peanut, much to the horror of Boo, our inside Turkish Van. (She looks like one and tends toward snooty airs to overcome her poor farm beginnings :^)

Together, exploring fun foods, the joy of gardening, and what can be done with emptied rooms, we're getting there. Keeping it real. Exploring options. And choosing to be colorful whenever possible.

Or maybe that's wishful thinking--always a good thing!