Why do I love ghost stories so much? Why do I need company?
Who cares? Life is short and I love ghost stories. I love company in intense doses.
Why ask why?
There’s a breeze blowing through the windows and I’ve snugged my desk as close to it as I can without actually going outside. There are robins hopping around in my garden full of daffodils, tulips and hyacinth and I don’t care that it’s tax day.
I’m going to do good things today.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… I’m sorry that I come across as so burdened. I don”t feel burdened. Well, now I do because I’m worried that I’m depressing. Talk about a vicious circle.