Oh my. The One Hundred Seventy Eighth Day of the year. This was beyond dragging my feet. I was practically crawling on all fours while chanting, just one photo a day…ONE…A DAY. One! How hard can it be? On this One Hundred Seventy Eighth Day I said, it is bloody damn hard.
The day was grey and super cold. All day long. Splendid. Migraine decided to stay as well. All day long. Fantastic. Still, I thank all my lucky stars for this fresh strawberry (who I suspected been travel far far away to be here) and the tiny pudgy hand who held it.