Hey, A.
Yesterday I was feeling better; today: not so much. I've been sneezing and hacking all morning and could fall asleep sitting up. I wonder if what's going on with me is that I have developed an allergy to mold in addition to dust, which has been my biggie. I think we have a mold problem here for sure--given the leaks and stained ceilings. In general, I think we have a sick building. And it's hard to feel good mentally--about my efforts at the gym (and feeling the results in my clothes) and being overall more productive--when all I want to do is nap and trade in my sinuses for someone else's.
But life is good. Just wish I could enjoy it a little more--without so much Kleenex.
Hope all is well with you.
Love, Barb
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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