Baaaaaaah...

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Had quite the uneventful day. A visit to the physical therapist & that's about it. My mind kept drifting towards a sheep in Valdres I named "Linn Kaare"...hope he/she (Hermaphrodite) is still alive. *fingers crossed* ;)
Linn Kaare is the one to the right, striking a pose. ;)

Have to get some sleep now...

 ~Linn
"An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language."  ~Martin Buber.

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