It's the only word to describe my mood lately and not in the best sense but in the exhausted sense of languid. I'm wishing right now I could do languid like Rosemary Rogers did here in the 70's.
No, I'm afraid my version on languid is nowhere near as glam as a ivory satin wrapper and silver shadow. Tough maybe I could run a comb through my hair. Hmm... now there's a sexy idea.
Have a good one.
Love You, Love Me,
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