Dustythe journey continues, Uncategorized Leave a Comment

March 15 2024 I blinked. And it was March. I actually hear birds chirping this morning but I also hear garbage trucks picking up the recycling…which is a combo of back up beeps, loud engines, squeaky hydrolics and lots of bangs from putting the containers back down. No one can sleep to that! March is hopeful to me. It’s the …