Trying to Decide Everything...

This morning, the middle of the morning actually, and I am questioning decisions and staring out my window where my egg sits. My egg is this palm tree. Denis gave it to me a few years ago and it sits, often neglected, on a bookcase in front of my window and it is my thing that I stare at when I just like to sit and stare. Here is (are) this mornings view(s).

First this.



And this.



And this too.



None of them is quite right today. Says it all for everything else today too.