It’s Sunday evening after a 3-day weekend. I’m so pleased with myself. I had an agenda for the weekend and I ticked off most of my items. Since my agendas are usually very ambitious, most is a good thing. My baby boy is coming home to visit on Tuesday and I’ve been a whirligirl of activity getting ready for him. Well, no, not really. But I got a lot done.
My method, this time, was frenetic bursts of activity punctuated by long periods of rest and relaxation. This puttering method worked out well. I’m pleased with all that has been accomplished and at peace with what still needs to b e done.
I celebrated myself and my accomplishments by drinking wine and watching candle flames flicker. Try as I might, I can’t get the camera to capture what I see as I sit on the couch and survey the coffee table/altar.
There’s a train off in the distance that sounds mournful, but which makes me feel snug and safe. It’s been a good weekend to be me.
There’s a dragon in my garden.
Wouldn’t you know it – I berate my few fans and then don’t respond to the comments I manipulated out of them.
My DSL went down and what with one thing and another I think I fried the modem. Hoo boy.
Never bogged from the phone before. Let’s see if I can get this to post.