Holy monkey pox, you guys, this has been a long week. It was totally kicking my butt! A lot of it had to do with the 7,000 foot change in elevation, and the rest was probably all the madness of starting a new job. It is muchly madness, indeed.
But I really do have every intention of keeping this blog at least sort of somewhat on track. I don't want to let down the four of you that have read it, and dare I say, come back for more. I live to dream.
So what am I a rabid fan of on this fine Saturday morning in the mountains? I dunno. Like I said it was a long week. A good week, but long. At least I managed to sleep in a little this morning. Lately I've been doing that thing on the weekends where my body is used to waking up at six to go to work, so it thinks there's no way I'd ever want to sleep past seven or so. Today I at least made it to eight or so. Is that sad? That eight in the morning qualifies as sleeping late?
At least I get some quiet time to myself while the Boy Creature sleeps much later. He has never suffered from the early morning affliction as I have.
So I guess here's to quiet mornings, and a peaceful bowl of Lucky Charms.