I don’t know, I was just suddenly reminded of the old Kansas song.
I have had an exceptionally productive week at work. When I went home last night, there were no ToDo’s undone. That will change; I expect a positive blizzard of them once my attorney comes in.
The singles are assisting with baptisms tonight. I will either wear a skirt to work, or take one (we wear our Sunday best to the temple). I don’t know if I am up for a third consecutive day of temple service, but I certainly understand how Anna, the prophetess mentioned briefly in the New Testament, could have served her entire widowhood there. Oh, the peace that follows you home afterward!
I am almost ready to begin the decreases on a doll hat. The fireplace is humming. Part of me wants to brew up a pot of Abuelita (Mexican hot chocolate, with cinnamon) and sit on the couch all morning, wool in hand.
We are doing lunch and a movie at work today, watching the last half of You Can’t Take It with You, with Jimmy Stewart and friends. Lovely. I don’t suppose men ever talked to their sweethearts the way he does to his, but all of us were sighing wistfully.
It’s supposed to be colder than a bill collector’s heart out there today. Bundle up. Drink some hot chocolate. Tell the folks you love, that you do.
[Y’all? I do.]
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!