It was supposed to be a day of sunshine according to the forecast I read over the weekend.
It was supposed to be a day of babysitting class at the Red Cross for Light Princess.
It was supposed to be a day of important back-to-school errands for Snowman.
It was supposed to be a day of joyful preparation for the much-anticipated arrival of a friend and her son.
Instead, it is raining, the babysitting class dates were changed without notice (!), Light Princess has the bug that I brought home from Hotlanta, I am nursing her, Snowman is sleeping the morning away, and I've suggested a day's delay in my friend's arrival.
So I hope you'll forgive me if I'm feeling a little blue about it.than
Still, I know all is not lost (except the babysitting class). The visit will begin as soon as safely possible, the child will heal and is in fact *less* sick than Pure Luck and I were, and I am rounding the bend of the latest Rev. Clare mystery in between loads of laundry and snatches of the Olympics. I guess it could be worse. Anyone remember the time I took a reading week and spent it dealing with head lice? (Both posts from back in the Blogger era, so all comments are lost to history. I believe the ditty about the lice was popular.)
And that week I had to write a sermon, too…
Back to the laundry.