Wondering if I can pattern this-coming week into something with little or no drama. No surprises, no phone calls, no unexpected conversations. A healing time. Wonder if that's possible. I want to be a hermit, and really mean it. I want someone to stand guard ahead of me and keep the creepies away.
To turn off my head. To be able to ward off folks who want to steal my time, and insist on horning in on it either emotionally, or in a physical way.
I have a couple of neighbors who I care deeply about, but who talk when they get to talking. My goodness, can they talk. Will have to avoid them, because I know there's an issue with a house one of them wants to buy and it's going to be settled in some way this week. I just don't have the strength to listen right now. Lingering migraine symptoms, you know.
Let's call it one of those Staycations. I'll stay and everybody else can sort of 'get outta Dodge' if you get my drift.
For tonight, am going to watch the last Inspector Lewis in PBS I've not seen. Caught up the past few days, not realizing they'd been on t.v. lately. Love them. Relaxing, and such wonderful music. If a murder mystery can be classy and non-gory (for the most part) then these fit the bill.
Will go now. Had plans for a moderately fussy dinner, but think it's waffles or pancakes instead. Whichever seems the less complicated, and might be pancakes. Would much rather clean a skillet than a waffle iron. Take care.
