 Angie's Queso I think Angie made a remark about "look ma, the pillow exploded . . . without any help from me" . . . yeah, and the clocks didn't turn themselves back all by themselves last night so I am up blogging at three thirty a.m. , thinking it is four thirty a.m. . . . it is going to be one of those days. It is Sunday, all day, thank God as it means we can hang around in our sweats and relax and snooze when the mood hits. A lazy day for a lot of us. Of course there will be those that will have followed the rules of the road and sleep in that extra hour but most of us will be caught in the slowness of the body progressions getting back an hour they forgot they lost last spring. Go, make good use of your seconds today. Smile, but only if you want to. It may take a little longer to work up into a hug, but you can do it. Sunday morning and it is three thirty a.m. . . .oh dear, it is going to be a very long day around here. I'll get back to normal in a day or two, be patient. Just make the best of it. Hugs to all. |
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