I was in-and-out, in-and-out and up-and-down stairs in the rain today at work, head-down, getting the job done, with no regard for anything but project completion. When I got home I glanced in the mirror and — GOOD GOD — who was that frizzled crazy woman peering back at me?!
It's been a day without any frantic text messages. I'm mighty grateful. The only frantic today was our attempt to get orders shipped to arrive pre-Mother's Day, and we were moderately successful.
Off to dinner.
Yay.
No kitchen duty pour moi.
I hope you get some rest and some pampering yourself this weekend.
ReplyDeleteLove, C.
I don't stop by very often, T, simply don't get around to it, but whenever I do, I get lost in your blog and read all (or many, or most) of the entries (yours and others) I missed ... and can hardly stop. Thank you for sharing all this with "the world"... and for all the emotions, impulses and inspiring moments. But how do you do this? How many hours do your days have? When do you sleep? Your work, your courses, your writing, your blog, your house and garden, your FB, your family and friends... and your health, yourself. You are simply amazing to me.
ReplyDelete...and then I forgot all your reading...
ReplyDeleteMy dear Eva,
ReplyDeleteThere are not enough hours in the day, alas.
And just when it felt as if I was wasting too much time dithering and moping, along comes that magnificent comment from you!
I am honored to be your friend.
xxoo
Likewise, dear. Thank you.
ReplyDelete... And on with happy dithering and moping, and stretching the hours of your day! Hugs, and save one for our dear friend Melinda! Cheers, Eva