Valentine’s Day is about exchanging tokens of love with our significant others. Originating in the fifth century to celebrate the Christian martyr Saint Valentine, I’m unsure when, how, or why it morphed into a holiday meant to express romantic love. One could find out with the help of Google, but in the interest of time and subject matter, I didn’t enter that rabbit hole.
It’s December 3, and it’s time to wrap up the year. I planned to write a blog around submitted Christmas photos to serve a dual purpose. One, to save me from writing a blog I pulled from the ether, and two, to share Christmas cheer. But I didn’t plan ahead, so I didn’t receive any submissions, and here we are.
Okay, so “Let Them Eat (Dog) Cookies” doesn’t have the shrill panache of Marie Antoinette’s “Let Them Eat Cake,” which perhaps would have applied better where I’m pulling from “The Cake Maker’s Dog” Book 2 Bryant Brothers Novella Series.
Intention, Space, Latitude Life sure has a way of taking control and leaving your agenda filled so completely that adding pleasure can seem more of a chore than a joy, and keeping up sounds as possible as defying the laws of gravity. This task sounds doable a month or two out. That event appears manageable when you book
The plan is to have fun and enjoy, and mostly, things go as planned. Who cares that it rains? You may never get to hike into the Grand Canyon again. Blistering hot? No problem. You’re on a Caribbean Island with the turquoise water steps away, a Mai Tai within reach, and my newest release in hand.