Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. Never mind why I am ready to swoon, dramatically posted with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a handy chaise lounge (alas that no such lounge is in fact handy).
Full disclosure: I keep making typos. Am I too tired? Have I had a glass or two of wine? Never mind why; explanations are tiresome. Let me see what I can come up with for a blog post.
I can’t handle one more thing. I can’t even handle one thing!
Yes, I am watching Columbo. I suppose I should expand my viewing, but that will not happen today. I have to laugh about ‘One more thing.” At two of my previous work places, I had a habit of going up to people and saying, “And another thing about that!” If they responded, I would admit that there was not another thing about that. If they really called me on it, I would have to admit that there was in fact no that. I had a lot of silly things at work I would say, just to keep things lively.
The upcoming Monday is ever a problem.
I feel I should not be too worried about Monday. I have, as it happens, other things to worry about. But I shall not expand on that; other people’s problems are tiresome.
Here’s to Sunday!
For my closing photo, I share my late, dearly missed husband Steven, toasting me on Sunday some time ago at the Miner’s Table in Herkimer, NY. I had spend some time conquering an overgrown pricker bush in our yard while he was at work. When he came home, I suggested we go out and celebrate. He graciously agreed. Yes, Sundays were better with a nice husband. However, I must carry on as best I can. I hope I have done so with another blog post. Thank you for tuning in.
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