March Again

Hey there.

Back to reality: it is only March, not May; it is not supposed to be 75 and sunny. Today it is rainy and in the 50s again, but I swear I became a different person last week. Just the promise of spring in the unseasonably warm week put a spring in my step. Breaking out my sandals and capris gave me energy I hadn't felt in a while.

Knowing today was going to be cruddy, I did all my running around yesterday so I could hang out today and not need to leave the house. Already this morning I got a pork shoulder into the crockpot for bbq pulled pork, made lemon simple syrup, set up a jar of sweet tea vodka to steep, and made some broccoli slaw. Clearly the new meds are working, as I'm happy to be so productive, wondering what I should do next.

I suppose I'm also staying busy because it is distracting me from the fact that today D's remains are being set off to sea. Friday was her birthday; her sisters got into town that night to be with my aunt and uncle and with said plans for today. Tomorrow we are all getting together at another cousin's house...which reminds me that I am bringing the salad and have six heads of Romaine to wash, cut and spin.

Guess I'll get to it.

Love you,
Barb