It is time for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post, as I sit, poised to swoon, posed dramatically posed with the back of one wrist against my forehead. Why do I STILL not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon?
And it doesn’t look like it is going to be a good one!
I just had a fun time with my friend Kim at Yetty’s Pizzeria in Herkimer, NY. We ate fattening food. We drank wine. We chatted with our friend Piel, the bartender.
He’s so sweet!
However, now it is getting later in the evening and Monday looms larger. I guess I am not in too much dread of it. I live through Monday every week; it hasn’t killed me yet. Additionally, I have not had all that much wine. If you drink too much because you dread Monday, you give yourself a very good reason to fear Monday.
I guess I always feel a little melancholy about this time of the weekend, because I am thinking about all the things I thought I was going to get done which I did not. I tend to have an exaggerated notion of what I can get done in any given amount of time.
Therefore, I will not beat myself up. At least I got my blog post done. The other things will get done or they won’t. A little uncertainty adds interest to my week.
Mohawk Valley Girl 