CARPE WEEKEND
4 days is too long to go without journaling. There is a sense of slippage, of retreat. Life swells, full up, and takes over, and I’m swept away in the current of busyness. Dinner out with 2 friends, one good and older, one good and newer, a chance to just sit and relax and talk and laugh about everything and anything after a long busy week. Just what I needed. Then the deadline of guests arriving, forcing me to hit that perfect beat, boy, and get the damned house cleaned up. I swept into Roomba-mode and motored through the morning...