Rough days, chicken houses, and quilts.
Some days are just better than others, you know? Not that today has been "bad" -- it has just sort of been....blah. I've let several things sort of get under my skin the past few days. Not really big things, but just an accumulation of junk that keeps dragging me down. For example, not having a job yet. That has been a "mixed blessing." I've enjoyed the break; 30 years of getting up before 5 am and being dressed, ready to go, and out the door by 7 was not a lot of fun. Add to that the pressures of the jobs that I have had, plus the pressures of being a working mom (yes I know ALL moms work!!!) -- I sometimes look back and wonder how I managed it for so long. So it has been nice to get up whenever I wanted to, read the papers, work the crossword puzzle, then do whatever I wanted to with the rest of the time. Yet...some days I need more of a sense of purpose. I gazed out the kitchen window this morning, and through the woods I could see some of the bu...