I wish that life was one long weekend but alas (who the freaking freak says that) it is not. I have sewn, photographed, created, slept and cooked. Sadly my weekend is over and tomorrow I must confront the realities of work. Saturday I slept in (late - don't care to admit how late) and cleaned a lot. Sunday a slept in again (I have fibromyalgia you know) and cleaned a bit more. I also worked on some flowers for Prude and Prudence. Yeah well. It may not have been much but it was as much as I could muster.
Today I (surprise surprise) I slept in again - and I will definitely lay blame on the fibromyalgia. I worked again on flowers and the like, as well as my bags. I say "my bags" because I feel a greater sense of ownership since that is not a colaborative effort. I spent time with my family and then triumphantly made mysef dinner -triumphant since I have recently (sort of) conquered cockroaches - and settled in for some tv viewing - House, hockey game, (ok ok...Secret Life of the American Teenager), etc. And then...bed. Oh glorious bed.
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