"It isn't 'resting bitch face' ", I say to my family, "it's MY FACE." They don't believe me. But truly I have not mastered (yet) the art of gracefully handling pain (or gracefully sitting down, apparently) and certainly have no chance of winning any game where a poker face is required. Minerva and Mia have much to teach me.
The summer solstice arrives today - the longest day, the shortest night. Plenty of time, dear reader, to contemplate all those balls you're juggling and the beams you're holding in place. And the tick tick tick of father time, reminding us of its finiteness. Or, we could jump into the mindset of the mouse, observing from a safe place, wondering why humans are so odd and perhaps going back inside the clock for tea and biscuits. Hmmm. I say we have tea.
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation