Start by doing what's necessary;
then do what's possible;
and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
- St. Francis of Assisi
Doing the impossible, like sleeping late yet again.
The husband is a god.
We're off to test drive a friend's mustard yellow Volvo 240, made in 1977.
It runs on gas, and that's a helluvalot cheaper than petrol that my mini-van slurps and gurgles.
Then, we'll pick up Son#1 and #2 at my recently-divorced-brother-in-law's.
Home.
Sleep.
And just like that, the Christmas Holiday is over again.
Tomorrow morning, early hours, Son#2 and I are off to the eye specialist.
A parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon, and inbetween I'll be lying on my bed.
Reading.
Being very, very quiet.
.
Doing the impossible, like sleeping late yet again.
The husband is a god.
We're off to test drive a friend's mustard yellow Volvo 240, made in 1977.
It runs on gas, and that's a helluvalot cheaper than petrol that my mini-van slurps and gurgles.
Then, we'll pick up Son#1 and #2 at my recently-divorced-brother-in-law's.
Home.
Sleep.
And just like that, the Christmas Holiday is over again.
Tomorrow morning, early hours, Son#2 and I are off to the eye specialist.
A parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon, and inbetween I'll be lying on my bed.
Reading.
Being very, very quiet.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment