Sand Between Your Gills

Woke up this morning feeling like I haven’t slept in two days, and stood on my feet for most of the weekend stretch.

Which is mainly accurate.

At what age can you allowably say that everything feels stiff and sore, and that the spunky teenage years of your youth now feel like a distant memory?

What an amazing festival, we had oodles and doodles of troubadour fun and didn’t want it to stop.

Happy Monday all, hope you had a great weekend as well!

Is it Friday yet?

(Photo taken by me.)

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