I need to be extra-gentle with myself, bring the stress level down a few notches. I’ve been worried about too many things lately–most of which, to paraphrase Mark Twain, will never happen. And, of course, compared to the problems people in other parts of the country and the world are facing, mine are mere inconveniences. Still, I’m feeling a bit delicate.
Does that mean I won’t write? No. Writing is my favorite thing to do, my refuge and my sanctuary.
I admit I played hooky yesterday–just felt overwhelmed. So I went to Hobby Lobby, Barnes and Noble, and Winger’s, a restaurant I’ve never tried before. They served the best Caesar salad I’ve ever had. As with most American restaurants, the servings were WAY too big. Four people could have filled up on my one order of terriaki chicken.
An early happy birthday to our little firecracker baby, Sydney, who was born on the 4th of July. Have a great one, Sydney-Fred. Aunt Lindy loves you.
I have two DVDs to watch this weekend: “The Gathering Storm” and “Into the Storm”, both of which are about the Churchills during the war years. Churchill, like Lincoln, always inspires me. Talk about tough. If they’d had the hats for it, they could have been cowboys.
The weather is glorious–to me, sunshine is medicine.
Nobody worry about me, okay? (This means you, Mom.) I’m fine. We’re all allowed to have our flimsy days, and this is one of mine.
Enjoy your holiday weekend, stay safe, and remember to keep pets inside and give them some TLC while your neighbors celebrate. Firecrackers terrify little critters, and that’s just wrong.
See you Tuesday.