I promised myself I wouldn’t mention it.
I was so full of great plans for yesterday. Here’s what actually happened: I hit the wall. Took a hot bath, smeared myself with Vicks (smells like love), put my pajamas right back on, and crawled into bed. I slept and slept. Fortunately, when I arose, I felt a lot better. I figure everything caught up with me, all at once. Down for the count. Sadie and Bernice were happy to keep me company–you’ve heard of Delta Force? Well, they’re Snuggle Force.
Our new stable hand, Jodi, is working out very well. She’s strong and gentle, and knows horses.
The staff house, despite the preciptation-that-must-not-be-named, is coming together beautifully. I keep telling cousin/housekeeper Mary Ann that she and Larry can just stay here in the big house, and I’ll move into the new one. Construction, construction, construction! First the barn, now the other house. I’ve been planning to renovate the main house, but I think I need a break from hammering, sawing, and the constant decisions.
That’s what I say now, anyway. No doubt, by the end of the year, I’ll be telling you all about the new master-suite wing.
Make it a lovely day. The choice is yours, however it may seem. You can’t change a lot of what happens, but you can decide what attitude you’re going to take.