After a day of gray skies, drizzle and even fog, the sun made a brief experience and my Polaroid was the nearest camera.
I'm sitting here, with a steaming mug of coffee, watching Oprah. Yes, folks, those of us in Chicagoland get to see it early and they even replay it after Nightline. As I'm watching it, she keeps slipping in and out of a Southern accent. And oooo, can I relate to that, especially the Macon, Georgia accent. Once upon a time, I lived in the Macon area, my daughter was even born in Macon. The husband never picked up the accent but me.... that's another story. And whenever I'm around anybody with the accent, I pick up as if I never left the south. Exceptin' my accent was always a bit mixed. I don't do it to be rude, it just happens.
And aside from coffee, sweet tea is about the best thing. The sweeter the better!!
Can you tell I've not much to say and much to do before our Thanksgiving holiday. Thing is, it's Oprah's favorite thing show and I like to live vicariously and it's another dreary day... and it's in Macon, Georgia.