I cleaned out the queen mum’s purse today. I had bought her a new one for her birthday but she never got to use it. I thought about taking a picture of all the things inside the purse. Is that morbid? I hate purses. I don’t like to carrying anything with me. Mum was a lady so she had her compact, lipstick, hairbrush, reading glasses, wallet, sunglasses, breath mints, all the necessities a lady needs. I applied for a job writing for an online site and was rejected. I felt it in my chest immediately, just for a second. The fog is floating through the trees on this balmy winter morning and I can hear hummingbirds whizzing by their feeder.
The Buzzy Donahue Show 