Monday part 2--




It's Monday part 2... or so it feels. It's actually Thursday, it's cold, but it's not precipitating as yet (though the jays are crying for rain outside). 

Yesterday went about as I thought it might; I baked successfully, went to the dentist and found out I have no new cavities, but I do have a new hairline crack in a tooth that must be dealt with asap. And expensive. Sigh. And so it goes, eh? My poetry group at church went well, though, so I guess I ended the day on the upswing. There was apple pie, too, which I made and it was nice to come home last night to a warm house and a piece of pie. I am easily pleased.

Today, work, then mundane chores. Holly will be here for dinner, too, and a bath. I hope she's in a good mood. She usually is, but these weird start and stop weeks are hard for everyone, especially kids who thrive with the parameters of routine. 

That all said, it's only two days until the weekend. Saturday, G and I are scheduled to venture to Manchester for the awards thing that I'm supposed to be feted at. I still don't really know what that will be like, and I don't even know if there's food. So, I must go prepared to figure that out, I guess. Talk about people who need guardrails! I have a hard time just going with the flow, and I tend to overthink things. I'm sure it'll be fine, we'll get there on time, and it'll be nice to see the museum. I want to leave early enough that we can browse around before hand, because I will want to get started for home right after. It gets dark too early for my taste, and I hate to be traveling forever. Okay, it's about 2 hours, but it feels like forever if it's dark. 

I have to remember to ask Meg to check on/feed Cece, too. Poor doggo will think we've deserted her. 

At any rate, it's only Thursday, and I have plenty of time to rethink and overthink everything, right? 

Have a good day, friends. Love and hugs,

C

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