Seriously, y’all. I have been just about useless all week long. I blame party aftermath. And the time change.
My next large project is a mass purge of closets and basement. I have a date with St. Vincent de Paul on Friday. I can hardly think about anything else. I always feel a bit thinner whenever I clean out closets.
The really cold weather hasn’t hit here yet and already I’m dreaming of warm, beachy days. Our annual fall break last month didn’t do much to help me relax, what with the addition of another kid into the mix and the head cold I managed to procure early during our trip. Truth be told, I was a little glad to get home. But what I really want is to hit the beach again, this time by myself.
I wonder how long it would take for me to completely empty out my brain. A steady supply of cool beverages, a stack of as-yet unread books, and no schedule to adhere to — that’s my idea of a good vacation. I might actually be ready to rejoin the world after that.
~sigh~
– Mox
