Chickens, it is Friday.
And colder than it was yesterday.
But still, Friday is progress.
So we’ll take it.
And smile about it.
This has been a crazy week of running around, getting things done, and not going to yoga quite as much as I’d like to.
Also: Gene the kettlebell instructor has taken to his mother Russia for three weeks, leaving me with no swinging and lifting outlet.
When I whined to him that three weeks was a long time, he told me he had to inspire us to travel by traveling himself, and then cheerfully suggested that we simply eat less in his absence.
It’s a good thing I like him so much.
Up this weekend: JW’s parents are in, which means lots of eating and hanging, celebrating Mother’s Day, and maybe trying to pack a couple more things into boxes.
Our apartment was rented this week, so now we’ve got an end date: June 27, there’s a lot between now and you.
And because I likely won’t get myself to post this weekend among all of the goings-on, here is a lovely picture of my mom to celebrate her nearly 30 years of hanging out with me.
Enjoy this one chickadees, we’ve earned this weekend!