I learned the word “drookit” from Janice in Caunes on her wonderful blog. We’ve been having a string of drookit days here on the Cutoff with rain and more rain under grey skies and clouds heavy with worry.
You see, I’ve been feeling a tad like Tigger when he lost his bounce. My words have been having a slow time coming out, stuck inside me like a tummy ache after too much time in the honey pot. I know they are around here, somewhere, waiting to be said, just as soon as I can get back to Pooh Corner. So, bear with me, dear reader, as I find my way out of these woods.
In the meantime, won’t you please enjoy a bit of nostalgia with Kenny Loggins and I’ll work on getting my bounce back.