I got three bundles (27) of daffodils for $6.50 earlier this week,
made cinnamon rolls (and thought I could do better),
forgot to answer phone calls,
saw my first robin of the season,
relished eating bacon,
started a book that I am finding hard to put down (thank you Rob)
procrastinated doing laundry, putting the clean sheets on the stripped bed (All I really need is a pillow-case, right?) and finishing my state taxes,
wished for rain from the overcast sky (I hear it hitting the window pane, now),
remembered someone I'd rather not because my pity for him is not gracious,
translated,
worked out harder than ususal so that I was more sore than I remember being in a long time,
thought in French on and off for an evening,
enjoyed good cheeses,
wished for good tea,
wondered at my shifting appetite,
had dreams unlike any I've had before,
and had a customer -a 70+ year old spit-fire whose dress makes me think she used to be a flapper- call me "Toots"...
and thought about writing more than I actually wrote.
