All week I’ve felt a lot like this duck … standing precariously upon a rock, in the middle of a lake. Only I fear I wouldn’t float quite so well, should I slip.
There’s nothing bad, mind you … I just can’t quite get settled. Oh, the letdown after a grand celebration.
But enough of that! I’m ready to bask in the rays … or, you know, the grey skies and wind. Whatever.
I’m meeting friends for lunch at Bar Gernika tomorrow … I’m already dreaming of their BLT and house red. It’s the stuff of legend. Pretty sure. Other than that, just planning for a whole lot of nothing.
So to you, dear friends, a happy weekend–may it be worth soaking in …