This is My Jam

Well, one anyway, my friends think I have too many. Jams. But I don’t think too many is enough.

So this is my jam right now.

That’s ┬áthinking about and planning my big trip. The 13,000 mile trip. I picture myself laying on the big bed with the backdoors open wide and my fishing pole hanging, ┬áhopeful for the fresh fish I’d roast up over tonights small fire.

Humming old Joni Mitchell tunes while I drift off to sleepy land, smiling. Really big.

It’s todays flavor, and I’m eating it up.