I'm glad there are only a few more "teen" weeks, since they wreak havoc on my rhyming prose.
My hopes of resuming weekending posts have disappeared like a steak in my dogs' food bowl. Real life is still tossing me around, although during Week Fourteen, I did find some time to meet up with friends for dinner a few nights.
This past week, a cold and allergies came a threatenin', so it was a lot of chicken soup. Stress is trying to catch up on me, but I'm still fighting. And eating.