I think she likes this novel. Her eyes look sort of pleased. That's a good sign.
The author in me wants to whisper softly to her, "Dear, would you mind moving your fingers off the title and the author's name so people can see them clearly?" I wouldn't do that though, because in a room full of books, she chose to spotlight one of my novels.
www.sylviabrownroberts.com
I'm always Sylvia
I arrived at Mom's. My sister and I were to take her to a medical appointment. When I got there, my very punctual sister wasn't there.
Mom was surprised to see me, so she checked her calendar. Then, I checked my calendar. I was a day ahead of myself. The appointment is for tomorrow! We laughed about it.
I left Mom's and I slowed down enough to play. I got my favorite breakfast sandwich, bought a cute top at Marshall's, and I strolled the aisles of Dollar Tree.
When I got home, I chuckled at myself. I put aside a writing assignment and did some sewing instead. I got rid of some thoughts from my crowded brain. I chilled out, and it was a good move.
