I was digging through my purses looking for a pair of embroidery scissors I was sure I absentmindedly left in one of them.
I noticed a basket on my closet shelf that had a ton of "junk" in it. I forgot I had a basket with all of the "purse" things. You know, the kind of things that you move from purse to purse, but don't always need depending on the size?
Everything was jumbled on my shelves because they are in front of the electrical panel. I hadn't cleaned it up since then...oops.
I thought I would take a peek and see if the scissors were dropped in there.
I found the little black book above.
Curious.
I opened it.
I remembered I bought it with the intention of journalling while sitting in carpool or in a doctor's office.
Small.
I could just jot down thoughts without having to feel like I had to write a novel.
I only found two entries
The last one?
Dated April (2009)
Just 6 weeks before our world came down to sit oppressively on our shoulders......
