I’m a Klutz and I’m Proud of it.

It’s roughly 10:30am and I’ve been up and alert for three-point five hours. I’ve ran my pre-dawn run and it’s time to head into town to collect fresh food for the day. The red house on the corner is always sparkling clean, the flowers blooming daily and heavenly, the sweet smell of homemade pasta sauce drifting in the mountain air, tiny cars edge their way through town and I find myself walking… Continue reading