
Summer cold attack. Medicine cabinet has nothing later than 1997 remedies. #nothelpful

Mr. Bob gets himself stuck on wrong side of fence. Waits for help.
I’m zonked out from taking a 1997 Sudafed tablet.

More rain. Volunteer sunflower in pot on deck approves.

Proclaimed my social space a Grey-free zone.
Herself… concerned.
Christian Grey, sweetie, not you.

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About Nya Rawlyns
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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