Back from the market with fruits and veg, i went to nap in the walk in robe. I needed rest so i could sit up, open my eyes enough to write. But napping only begets more napping. Eyes closed, i saw every detail of the party in my head to which you are invited. Eyes opened, i can only type this much. i can’t bring the party outside to you. Don’t throw it way. Hang on to the invite while I dream more details of the games we could play. To be continued… zzz marn