Fatigue is where I’m at these days. Multi-tasking myself into an exhausted oblivion, then binge-watching Netflix until way past my bedtime. I am treating myself with appalling carelessness. It’s catching up with me. I’m too old to be pulling stunts like these.
I’m off to Paris this weekend and I plan to slow the pace down. Something has to give before my body does, right? Time to be sensible.
But before I do that, let me show you the happy dance I did (thanks, GIPHY) when I discovered my name printed in the latest issue of Oh Comely magazine this month. And since the magazine goes out globally, I figure I’m famous worldwide! Woot woot. Who cares if my name is 3mm high?
Want to look at something pretty? Check out my flower board.