This week has me disoriented - it's as if we've had 2 Sundays too close together.
That's because my son usually comes for dinner and stays the night on Saturday. Then if the weather is decent, he and his Dad go fishing in the wee hours Sunday morning, then come home for "Sunday breakfast."
This week he was here on Thursday, of course, for Thanksgiving. They didn't go fishing on Friday morning, but we did have "Sunday breakfast." So all day Friday it felt like Sunday. And instead of sitting down at my desk to work, I did the kinds of things I might do on Sunday - like cleaning the pantry.
Now, just 2 days later, we're doing it all over again. My men got up at 3 a.m. and headed for Priest Lake. The dogs kept telling me they MUST be home now from about 8 a.m. until they finally got back about 10:00. Then we had Sunday breakfast.
And I'm doing those Sunday things. I'm not cleaning the pantry. I did that. Today I decided to get out the outdoor Christmas decorations and start putting them up. I'm working on it, but keep stopping because my fingers are getting cold. (Yes, I'm being wimpy. It's 37 degrees out there, so I shouldn't be whining.) I wish my fingers weren't so clumsey in gloves.
Guess I'd better get back out there if I want to get those lights hung...
Happy Sunday!
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