You would think I would plan for it better....but I don't.
I guess it's the optimist inside of me that says...."this year it will be better".
Every Labor Day weekend, I get this feeling.....something I can't quite describe.
It's a cross between sadness, fear and restlessness.
A very unJudilike way to feel.
And today it's quite pronounced.
So, I'm eeking my way through it with as much courage, fortitude and panache as I can muster.
There's a pot of sauce simmering on the stove, Carmen is strumming his guitar and the dryer is drying up my unmentionables.
Life is just fine.
Except for this nagging glumness (for lack of a better word).
I poured myself a glass of wine so I'm thinking things will turn around soon.....
Here's to tomorrow.....
1 comment:
Wow...we do think alike!! It doesn't matter how much I plan to make it special there is always sadness looming around. Although...the vodka in my lemonade did ease that!!
Jody
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