I just returned home from Tampa/St. Pete in Florida where to go anywhere you have to cross a bridge or causeway. When we arrived in Tampa last Sunday it was during a torrential downpour. I could not make the windshield wipers of the rental car go any faster.

There is an App called Next Door that was designed to help people connect with the other people in their neighborhood. Folks post things like furniture for sale, a high schooler who will cut your lawn, or information on local government races, etc.

Tonight we spring forward. We arbitrarily get to make the time something different then what it was today. Daylight savings time began so we can enjoy the extra sunshine during the warmer months.

As a brand-new yoga teacher years ago, I was teaching my VERY first class at a health club with 50+ people in the room. As I was circling the room and teaching, I was distracted by these two women who were having a conversation at the back of the studio.

About a month ago I stopped at a little boutique in Andersonville on my way downtown. I was trying to go the thrift store next door, but it was closed. I have not stopped into a little shop to just peak around in so long and was kind of delighted by how beautiful everything in this little store was curated.

Last Monday while watching my guilty pleasure, The Bachelor (I know, I know), there was a scene with one woman accusing another woman of being one type of person off camera and another type of person on camera.

I am always OK. It takes a lot to rattle my cage. In case of an emergency, I am your person. I very rarely tip the scales on either end of the spectrum. I do not like to admit this as I am actually a little embarrassed by it.

I want to paint my kitchen next week but then I realized I have to paint the ceiling. But in the ceiling, we have these old speakers that are no longer hooked up, so if I take those out I would have to fill in the holes.