Living

Hey, A.

I’m living. And I’m sorry to have been so out of touch….

My long weekend was wonderful. I went out to lunch with friends on our Furlough Day, and we enjoyed feeling like grown-ups—eating at a restaurant at one in the afternoon. I had started the morning with a work out and generally relaxed all day. Saturday night I went down to L’s and stayed until Monday morning. Sunday morning was our breakfast out and the big pumpkin adventure with the kids (a blast!) and Sunday afternoon we had a nice dinner together. All in all in was a really nice visit, but it killed me when I had to leave on Monday morning… C was crying because I was leaving. And there was S, consoling him. “You used to be the one crying, honey. And now you’re all grown up, comforting your brother,” I said. But she cried too, only she went upstairs and did it in private.

I came back not feeling well, at all. I struggled through professional development on Tuesday and took the next two days off. W came down as planned, and it was nice to have him there to massage my aches away, but it was a different visit since I wasn’t on my game.

And today I’m back in the grind, but the weekend starts at 2. Nice the way that worked out to only be back for a day before I get more time off….

I have nothing planned for the weekend, just some R&R to finally get rid of this cold.

Hope all is well with you.

Love, Barb