That's how it can go. This morning I thought I had nothing planned for today and for a change I'd manage to prepare for two or three days and work a bit on I won't say what - I know, wishful thinking - and then I think about my foot and nail care just in time... and then, as usual, the best inner circle friends surprise me. In the middle of smoking, of course. Result: What I can't do today, I confidently put off until tomorrow. And Fiji has been hit hard. Once through the cloud of smoke, all her plans dissolved as well.
What? Are you talking to me?
I better pretend I haven't heard anything
No one at home. I'm chilling.
