It just so happens to be a Monday. A dull, gray one, out of
place for the season. I slept a little longer than I ought to have. I found the
mortgage payment buried in some paper on the table. So I scrambled to the post
office to mail it as fast as I could so I could release responsibility on them.
The weekend didn’t produce much in way of excitement or
accomplishments but I’m still a bit hung-over from the relaxing climate. Maybe
that’s why Mondays often seem to be so harsh and abrupt…We’re just starting to
recover from family time, friend time, personal time, that we’ve been heavily
indulging in the last few days.
I probably should have cleaned the bathroom more and watched
Cranford and Downton a little less. Too late for silly regrets. The last few
days were a blanket of peace served up with homemade soup from the crockpot.
Cozied in with Masterpiece Classics and summertime candles. Cinnamon rolls were served in bed while
watching church online.
All in all it was pretty good. Mellow and just what I
needed. Now I just need to regain my
footing for the work week ahead. It’s not so bad; I’ve already been rushed,
flustered, surprised, relived and laughed hard a half a dozen times. Life…it’s
an event.
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