Sunday evening has always made me a bit sad, even now that I am old enough to know better. The end of freedom, back to work, the possibilities of two whole empty days coming to a close. Even though I don't mind even one little bit going to my j-o-b every day, I still get a little sad.
Today and yesterday have been really good but way too busy. Little if any downtime, running around or being busy doing the domestic crap that ensures a good week for me. Laundry, cleaning, some cooking for the weeks lunches and my plan is to get out the iron and board before I go to bed. I learned a hugely long time ago that being organized for life is essential to my well being. Nothing good every came out of operating out of a dirty living space, a dirty basket of clothes, a dirty work area. So, some work on the weekend is necessary. If I were stronger and not so damned sick all the time, I would spend a few evenings during the week doing these things, and then my weekends really would be free time. The strength and will to do it that way will come again, just not right now.
Yesterday, Mark and I traveled to the Quad Cities, (Moline, Illinois) to attend a benefit for my cousin Shelly, who has stage four cancer. I cannot tell you how truly wonderful it was to see/hug/talk to my extended family members. I had not seen some of them for about thirty or so years...and the awesome thing with family is that you can pick right back up where you left off. It was just that way for me yesterday. I left with a tear in my eye, a smile on my lips and a prayer in my heart for the girl (woman) that so much needs a miracle. (And I believe she will get it.) Thank you so much to my family, for making me feel that I am loved. It can't get any better than that.
Off to see about that ironing board. Have a great Sunday night.