The weekend was dreamy. I read Tolstoy. We went to the symphony and heard an amazing concert pianist. We slept in on Saturday and Sunday. There was a fishing trip. Richard shopped for yard stuff, which I am told is heaven.
So now it’s time to face it. It’s a new week.
Early morning seminary hit us like a frigid mass of arctic air.
Richard drove to work, forgetting his work computer.
And I have a dental cleaning. And lots of algebra to correct.
It’s time to get it together. The week has begun!