Sunday nights I make a schedule on iCal for the coming week. I put terrible things on the schedule; clean the garage, clean the basement, clean the van, clean the laundry room, paint the kids table, weed the garden, fertilize the garden… For weeks I have obeyed the schedule and done these tasks diligently. I felt proud and happy.
We went to Moab. I was covered in red dust.
I came home exhausted. I watched Felicity and cried. I didn’t make a schedule and on a Wednesday took a nap. I read my blog. My lazy, self-absorbed, blog. The musings of a crazy woman. The blog I wanted to relinquish. But then I loved it. One Magpie. Every word.
Now I go again.
6 comments:
Naps on a Wednesday are what it's all about. I quite enjoy your musings. Carry on.
Welcome back, you self-absorbed magpie. I was afraid you had flown the coop forever. A lovely surprise to find you this morning.
I'm glad you're back.
I'm glad you're back. I started lurking a couple weeks before you disappeared...and was sad that I had found you too late. :)
The blogoshpere was lacking without your brand of 'crazy'...so glad your back!
I was a bit worried, now that I'm not around and couldn't ask anyone if you were okay!! You were missed.
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