Woke up all angsty--there's a minor fret, but nothing insurmountable. The sort of bother that makes me want to turn off my head for the weekend. As it is, my poor rash-ridden hands are driving me nuts, and I'm running the sleeves of my sweater between my fingers to scratch them. Arrgh! Not sure if the wedding rings will last the weekend with my irritating rash coming back. EVERYtime I get upset, here it comes. So maddening.
A recipe for a quiet weekend, for sure. Just need to put my attention on other things.
On the up-side, there's a Pug sitting on my feet, and that's always a pleasant state of affairs. Will make a cup of tea in a minute. Maybe pick up my beginner level crocheting and work on another dish cloth that's in-the-works. Think about re-arranging the living room furniture. Make out the weekend's grocery list and be thankful for the funds to buy yummies. And just take deep breaths and rejoice over a sweet husband and all of our children---the eight of them still under our roof.
Lots to be grateful for, and that in itself should draw my attention where it should be.
A recipe for a quiet weekend, for sure. Just need to put my attention on other things.
On the up-side, there's a Pug sitting on my feet, and that's always a pleasant state of affairs. Will make a cup of tea in a minute. Maybe pick up my beginner level crocheting and work on another dish cloth that's in-the-works. Think about re-arranging the living room furniture. Make out the weekend's grocery list and be thankful for the funds to buy yummies. And just take deep breaths and rejoice over a sweet husband and all of our children---the eight of them still under our roof.
Lots to be grateful for, and that in itself should draw my attention where it should be.
