Daughter shoved me back downstairs to bed again this morning. Didn't she just do that the other day? Seems to me that she did---tucked back in my memory somewhere.Feel more balanced, though this cold has my head a bit clogged and muzzy-thinking. The day is overcast, as well, which suits my mood exactly. I'm thinking that I need to acquire more of a "This is the day the Lord hath made, rejoice and be glad in it" mentality. I'm always thankful for a fresh day to cram full of work, but need to address the "stop and smell the roses" part of life too.
For the rest of this day the reality is a grocery store run (which I enjoy, to tell you the truth), finishing up going over some schoolwork, returning library books, and time to putter around and drink in some thankfulness. Life is good, and I've gotten into the habit of overlooking that. Yeah, I've got me a dishy husband (who has the greatest telephone voice---wish you could hear it!), sweet kids, and lotsa dogs. Home is cluttered and shabby in spots, but it's home.
Reminder to self: I am blessed indeed.
(photo of corner of dining room)
