You'd think that *sometimes* I'd be settled and content. Well, I sorta am. I like to have the cupboards full of groceries, and to listen to the washing machine chug along. I enjoy having the house tidy and being able to sit in a room and feel the glow of accomplishment. A good book to disappear into is a treat. Cooking dinner is a simple pleasure I look forward to preparing.
But.....
Lately, it's been hard to find that contentment. Maybe it's hormonal, though I hate to give that reason/excuse. I sigh a lot. Throw up my hands in frustration even more.
You know what I'd really like? To go somewhere this weekend that's a change (the museum might be a good choice---free admittance before noon), or a home movie night with Gary. Both are good ideas. Just feel in one of those funks when I need to stir the inner pot a bit.
You know?
But.....
Lately, it's been hard to find that contentment. Maybe it's hormonal, though I hate to give that reason/excuse. I sigh a lot. Throw up my hands in frustration even more.
You know what I'd really like? To go somewhere this weekend that's a change (the museum might be a good choice---free admittance before noon), or a home movie night with Gary. Both are good ideas. Just feel in one of those funks when I need to stir the inner pot a bit.
You know?
