Flibbertigibbet
It’s Friday and I’m jumpy—like excited about I-don’t-know-what and wishing I were doing something fun, but then it’s also kind of nice to bounce around in my house (and head) and feel fragmented and free. I should be working… but I don’t know on what. I have a call with an author in a little while. There are some lovely angels cleaning my house at the moment and I never really know what to do with myself while they are here.
My class is going well, I guess. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing with that other than rereading a novel I’ll be analyzing as my “manuscript.” I don’t know if I can sit here and read a paperback novel while Betty and Christina clean my house. Angst.
Oh. I could be busy finding the perfect cake recipe for Asher’s birthday cake. Or I could be working on the pillowcase I started sewing. But I’m having trouble figuring out French seams. Or I could be wrapping the big box that arrived today—Asher’s final present. (I wrapped the others yesterday.) Or I could be finishing his birthday letter. Or I could prune the rosebushes.
Lucas and Asher’s buddy X is staying with us tonight. I wonder what we’ll feed them?
Whee! It’s kind of nutty in my head right now. Some days just have too much Possibility.
I'm a busy freelance editor and writer, wife to Ian, and mother to two precious boys. I am living each day to the fullest and with as much grace, creativity, and patience as I can muster.
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