My evenings during the week have become quiet ones.
It’s just me and my Liz.
Soundtrack from the Grey’s Anatomy is crooning softly…
Patty Griffin sings a song that fits my mood,
Sometimes I feel like
I’ve never been nothing but tired
And I’ll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
The crepes, my latest obsession are about to be ready, just a couple more to go.
I don’t do well with this whole living-on-my-own thing.
Anyone wants to share a cup of coffee with fresh crepes and Canadian maple syrup?