In search of lost… something
Just after writing the headline of this post I look up and there’s a huge, fluffy pigeon sitting right outside my window. Now normally I dislike pigeons. In the city they disturbed my sleep and here in the suburbs they eat my seedlings. But this one (it’s still sitting there) kind of seems like it’s a representative of everything that’s nice and normal and boring. Boring in the good sense, you know. If I lean forward and look out the window I can see the yellow light of the sun setting reflected in the windows. It’s one of those Mondays which are really just a deep breath taken in before a week that you know will come after you like a pack of wild dogs (it really puts the eek in week!). I have a lot of things to do, some tedious, some joyful (M. turns two this week! Can you believe it? I hardly can!) and some intimidating. I think I need some extra courage. Or cookies. Or something.
Yes, boring in a good sense… I know just what you mean by that. Here’s to mustering a little extra courage and to turning two-years-old.
Good luck! I am also a little overwhelmed this week. We are moving in 10 days and have so much to do I don’t know where to start…. Hope you have a nice b-day party!
Cookies are always helpful…
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Med hej fr. Koftan
two!! wow! thats amazing-
good luck for a less than wild dog type week! and for it to rush past so its saturday again-