You guys, I am tired. Wiped out. This working baloney is for the birds. I leave the house at 6:43 a.m. and I return at 5:30 p.m. and the fairies have not cleaned my house or done my cooking in my absence. Nor have they written my blog or responded to the comments, which I hate because I don't want you to think I am ignoring you. Weekends are spent doing laundry and cleaning and yardwork and I know I am preaching to the choir here. You all know. You live it, too.
All I want is a weekend where I don't have to do anything but sleep and read and watch movies. I don't want to talk to anybody or go anywhere or interact with any other living being and yes that includes my husband, even though I love him. Nobody. I don't want to interact with anyone. (Yes I am an introvert - why do you ask?) Even in the best of times, I am not that good around other people for more than 15 minutes at a time. Maybe I should have been a cloistered nun in an order where no talking is allowed.
I need a vacation from blogging. I am taking off until after Labor Day weekend. I don't get a vacation from other things, but I will take a vacation from this. Which is odd, because I really like blogging but right now, with everything else that is going on, it just feels like one more chore. Plus it is the only thing in my life that I control right now.
I love your comments. I love that I have readers who are perfect strangers who have become my blog friends. I hope you will come back after I return and I hope you have a great August.