It's 2:12pm and I'm at work right now. I got home about 1:30 this morning dropping my son off at Dad's and didn't get to sleep until about 2:30 then had therapy this morning at 8. Yep. And I made it. I came home and crashed a few hours then had to get up to come to work. It's all good. It really is. I'm feeling at peace and ready for this day.
I had a pretty easy weekend. We went to see Taken 2, because I'm into that sort of thing. Chilled for the most part on Sunday then went to visit family. I love watching my son play with his cousins. Cousins are special. They are our first friends. Besides parents of course. Cousins are constant.
In other news, I missed Steel Magnolias last night with Queen Latifah, Alfre Woodard and others. It comes on again tonight and hopefully I'll catch it.
Got some good news about a project that will prayerfully fully materialize. I don't want to mention it yet. You know. But hope is alive, visions are a churnin' and fingers are crossed.
Love up on yourselves today.
Oh, and happy birthday to my wonderful brother George McDonald! I love you so much and wish goodness, joy and love all around you. So proud of you. Huge, huge airport hugs!
Me
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