Ugh. Look at that mess. Again.   The crowd of crumbs congregated. Papers lay strewn. Shirts, coats, and socks that reeked like last year’s laundry were tossed about as if a tornado had somehow ventured into our faithful Ellie.   Again.   There were light morsels, dark ones, itty bitty bitty ones. Clinging to seats,…

  I’m not running away, really.    But you might think so after this morning’s post that popped up on Bearing Branch. Did you see it? (I deleted it, by the way.) I’m still scratching my head as to how the unfinished puppy was published. Maybe it was a tired mama mistake?    Let’s connect…