Whoa, Nellie—what is with the whirlwind of a life thing going on?
Luckily, the week held a hint of celebration midway through. Wednesday evening a friend came over to celebrate Christmas/New Years/her birthday. It was altogether lovely—except maybe for the fact: 1) the day to follow turned out not to be the weekend; 2) the waist of my pants nearly cut off all circulation to my upper half.
Truly, sitting upright made breathing a chore. The situation remedied itself a bit once we retired to the living area, and I had chance to recline. Although that presented a whole new conundrum. Mainly, I felt like Jabba the Hutt.
Needless to say, I best be reeling in the celebratory eating and reeling out activities requiring some sort of movement (I’ll ponder what that might be as I sit here eating a York peppermint patty).
With that, I’ve only this to say . . .
Happy weekend to you, dear friends!