Well, it’s one of those days.
Bill is running late.
Dinner is still cooking.
Sarah has a hotspot.
(Let’s don’t mention the do-nut thing!)
The “Do Not Disturb” signs on the doors have, shall we say, not worked too well today.
The paintings have been more than a bit chatty.
And the portions of my person that my beloved physical therapist refers to as quads are not in a good mood.
If you were to call me up and tell me your version of this story, I’d gently suggest that you take a deep breath or two, fix a cup of tea, and let it go.
Tomorrow will come.
It will still be Spring…at least where most of you are.
We won’t have starved.
Well, if you’re reading this, probably not. We’ll keep working on the rest tomorrow.
I’m squirting the dog with the colloidal silver stuff.
The bones from tonight’s chicken will turn into more food for tomorrow.
I’m making bigger signs for the doors.
And sleeping.
I hope.
Some days all we can do is practice what we preach.
This has been one of those.
There are, in all of our lives, days when those little Monopoly cards come in handy. This is one.
At the moment I’m just crossing my fingers that the whole chicken in the Instant Pot thing works!
I’ll keep you posted.