Himself: "A good day."
Herself: Quiet. Heavily Photoshopped a shot or too, drove to the store and confirmed I shouldn’t really be behind the wheel…took up two parking places there and backed into the old bath counter when I got home. Made a very tasty veggie gratin tho.
Blogs to delight: Try 20th Century Woman and her Alaskan adventures. Some of them are even illustrated.
Reading: Randall Garrett mysteries.
Gratitude: Too many deserts. I’m grateful for the moment.
I feel so much better that, after watching a commercial on TV, I told G that the TV-mom didn’t slice the sandwich she made for her kids. My mother always cut my sandwiches half and half again. Little squares. Buddy and Mike’s mom cut their sandwiches at an angle. So did Carolyn’s mom. I always wanted sandwiches cut at an angle. Obviously my brain hadn’t engaged yet.
I was quiet this morning. Perhaps that helped. Doggedly I plowed through all the sidebar links on my two other link-heavy blogs finding only one that wasn’t ok. I did find acres of familiar places, and it was like spending hours visiting with old friends. How nice to rediscover that I have this agile and interested mind.
Today I will keep taking it easy, keep taking my pills, and keep laughing at the absurd. I know from experience that laughter heals.
No Photoshop here only seven freeway lanes of 5 still with the glorious
mustard flowing down the cliffs.