Quite the summary, but there you have it.
I think we're paralyzed.
I'm paralyzed.
Or maybe I'm just tired.......weary.......sad......
I'm paralyzed.
Or maybe I'm just tired.......weary.......sad......
I didn't make the bed--and I ain't gonna.
Himself has laundry going cuz it's something he can do.
Himself has laundry going cuz it's something he can do.
Yesterday the boss asked if himself and I were going to make it through all this.
I had to answer "I don't know......."
I had to answer "I don't know......."
It was a truthful answer.
I just haven't gotten that far.
It's a new day.
I just haven't gotten that far.
It's a new day.
The bed is unmade.
I can hear the sloshing of the washmachine--which is way better to listen to than the sloshing of my not so settled tummy.
I can hear the sloshing of the washmachine--which is way better to listen to than the sloshing of my not so settled tummy.
Sun is up--it's threatening to be above freezing.
An adventure is probably an idea.
An adventure is probably an idea.
I don't know if I can make it happen.
I probably oughta try, just the same.
I probably oughta try, just the same.
Right then.
Unmade bed.......dishes ON the countertop...... Now's as good a time as any!
.......after I find bubbles........
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will virtual hugs help? whatever it takes, I trust that you're doing the thing that gets you thru this moment and onto the next
and then the one after that
(((((((((((((((((((((Mel))))))))))))))
Aww, Mel. I hope you can walk gentle through that nasty bug. Going through that physical grunge, even a letter from Mother Teresa would hold a tinge of nastiness.
Truly, there are times when it is completely inappropriate to make decisions. Even about making the bed.
I'm sending you lots of light, my sweet blogging buddy.
I hear ya. I'd high-five you, but I'm too tired. Hang in there, kiddo.
Sending ya a HUGE hug, dear lady...
((((((((((( Mel ))))))))))))))))
Hope you're enjoying a peaceful weekend.
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