Thank You

I was feeling listless.

I couldn't get myself motivated.  TBG couldn't do anything to help.  

Even a breakfast of champions didn't perk me up.  And it tried its best:

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Avocado and caramelized onions and sunny side up eggs and spinach salad (mine had tiny tomatoes, too) - except for a banana that fulfills my potassium quotient for the day.  That's the diet that's supposed to put spring in my step and vim in my vigor... or at least help to keep my heart pumping and my blood flowing.

I read a YA novel about suicide.  As I turned every page, I remembered Little Cuter asking me why the books I brought home from my YA For Your Middle Schooler book club were all so damn depressing.  There was a good message buried beneath all the good intentions but ultimately it was probably not the best choice.

But it was the shortest library book on my shelf, and we have plans for tonight.... ok, watching Bill Belichick coach college football, mostly for the train wreck vibe, may not count as plans for most people, but in this house it's appointment television.

I sat myself in front of the keyboard, opened to my blog's dashboard, and for the first time today I really smiled.  

The dashboard includes the number of page visit each post garners, usually 30-40 views per day.  But then long weekends happen and suddenly 250 and 125 and 78 are populating that column.

It's marvelous to think of you spending some of your free time with my thoughts and me.  Come back anytime.  I'm always here.

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Question:  Do I have to put my white skirt away?  It's after Labor Day, but it's 105 degrees outside and not getting any better in the foreseeable future.  Inquiring aspiring fashionista wants to know.