Live each day. Could be your last. Or theirs.
Thought about that today.
Wanted to dial in the roady. Momma’s day first. Breaky. Early. Then number one son.
A scroll to the northern tip of town. Uncle Len. Can’t rush. He’s 87.
Back to town. The Uganda peeps.
What if it were the last time?
So much self-absorption. All around. It’s the world today.
I respect my elders. Making time.
The day rounded with a shout out from my son.
A movie mum?
Ya never know what tomorrow will bring.
Gotta take it.
While you can.
To live your life full.