I think maybe pastels aren’t as good for me as they were when I was young.
You know, I was so foggy last Monday that I wrote a post and then never hit “publish”?
Much better now, though some days (like yesterday) feel like a brown funk.
But today is better — it’s gorgeous, and I’ll go food shopping, then work on my mother’s place for a few hours, then float in the pool and listen to audio books. Lovely.
My plan for the week.
Grieve for my mother and the loss of family in a healthy way — don’t stuff it.
Enjoy the hell out of the play!
Don’t sweat the rest of it. It’ll come together.
What’s on your agenda?