It’s a good thing it’s Monday. I need the rest.
After a short and unproductive foray into garage sale country (stained t-shirts, garages full of baby clothes/monitors/books, over-priced twine), I have to admit that, outside of some light housework, I spent Sunday on the couch.
This last weekend was the Art-A-Whirl weekend; and the collective Friday and Saturday night gatherings at Kurt and Kathy’s house left my brain functioning on only the most basic of levels: breathing, swallowing, remote-control-button-pushing.
And blogging. Ha ha.
And so I write to you from the foggy banks of Sunday evening for a 9:00 a.m. posting Monday morning. Socially satisfied, craving a thin-crust pepperoni pizza, and contemplating the unleashing of my summer wardrobe, I cling to the threads of the weekend.
Don’t go! Don’t go! I cry.
Ah, well, that’s what happens in the summer, isn’t it? A little taco dip, a six-pack or two, cheerful people on the deck and the next thing you know it’s Sunday night and you’re wondering what to wear to work tomorrow morning.
I’m glad it’s Monday. I’ll need the work week to get ready for the weekend.
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