I did find my tea, though, so life isn’t all bleak. And even though there are boxes and garbage bags and everything, I can smile (occasionally) because I spy my bookcase filled with books yet to be read–delicious treats I haven’t tasted yet.
What book should I plunge into once I have time? What else would you suggest for when I finally get to relax? What do you do when you are sneezing, stressed and it’s raining like a moose outside?
And won’t you all be glad when I can write again, and not post about the mundanity of my life?