"...the first whit of alpha, the first
jot of bearing, beneath the riling
sun the first nourishing of self."
From "Address: the Archaeans, One Cell Creatures" by Pattiann Rogers
Scant time to find and catch pixels to share.
Scant time to post.
Scant time for a respite -- husband is going in for some medical tests today.
Scant time afterwards -- work and schoolwork piling up, plus a business trip next week.
S'can't go on at this pace, but it do, don't it?