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 thinking 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, hopeful 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.