It has not been a good blogging weekend, and I am capping it off with a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. I really need to get the picture my sister Diane took of me on her Fainting Couch. I think she sent it to me on Facebook Messenger or as a text, but, as regular readers know, I am not that tech savvy. Also, I have not been feeling well lately. I know, boohoo, poor pitiful me, play the miniature violins and shake your heads (you know who you are) (you can also shake your fingers or your booty, I don’t mind).
I do love Columbo on a Sunday.
It has not been an unhappy Sunday for me. I did a little cleaning, grocery shopped, and have been watching Columbo and knitting. I will probably go to bed early, because extra sleep is often helpful when one is suffering from a cold. At least, I think it is a cold. It could be allergies or something else. I don’t know from illnesses.
Can you really outrun Monday?
I thought I should throw in another picture, to interrupt the whining. I am really not that much in fear of Monday these days. Still, things I have left undone hover above me, making greater or lesser threats. Why don’t I just do them, you may ask. People often ask that kind of question, as if it is so easy to do everything and they don’t have chores they have been putting off! Well, I hope to do some of my things tomorrow. I hope to make a plan to get all my things done eventually.
For today, however, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I can only feel pleased that I have made some semblance of a blog post. Now I will swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. If only I was close to Diane’s Fainting Couch!
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