Well, it's not like the shite has hit the fan, in so many words, it just feels like it.
March is usually a blah month for me, and it's continuing to be so.
Being on maternity leave, I thought, silly me, that things would be merry and bright and sunshine and roses. The closest I've come to roses is a bed of thorns.
In relation to world problems, mine are slight and certainly self-inflicted. They're there nonetheless, and, well, for several, time is the only thing to heal.
In the meantime, weather is turning up, which to me, might be a good thing, if I could just motivate myself to put down the fork and take a handful of CUs with me and go for a walk instead of forcing down my feelings, and self-medicating with Girl Guide Cookies. (Having 28 cartons in the house isn't helping either.)
1 comment:
Hum, what flavors do you have and how much are they. I always buy from the grandkids, only thing is you will have to either eat the cookies, or send them. Let me know OK?
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