Hello, and welcome to the Easter Edition of Wrist to Forehead Sunday. It feels wrong to be swooning onto a chaise lounge, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist on my forehead on this holiest of Christian holidays. Full disclosure: I do not own a chaise lounge, and I am sitting on my couch, typing one letter at a time into my Tablet with the stylus, the way I did yesterday. What is it with this extreme reluctance to sit up straight in a dining room chair and type with both hands into a laptop like a normal writer?
That was a long paragraph . Anyways, I don’t want to be making a blog post at all; I want to watch Snapped and crochet.
I had a dream last night in which I had reached the end of my rope. I kept saying, “I have reached overload. I cannot do anything else.” And I felt horrible. I felt, in fact, like swooning onto a chaise lounge etc. etc.
When I considered the dream this morning (I know, it doesn’t take a psychological genius to figure out where it came from), all I could think was , “For heaven’s sake, I don’t have that much on my plate! Other people have a LOT more to deal with.” In short, I advised me to get over myself. I offer myself that same advice now.
“Get over yourself , Cindy. And watch a little Snapped.”
I hope the rest of you are having a lovely day.
Mohawk Valley Girl 