“What day is it,?" asked Pooh.
"It's today," squeaked Piglet.
"My favorite day," said Pooh.”
The calendar says it's Tuesday, but it's Monday for me.
I'm already a day behind.
I arrived home late last night after a long, unplugged weekend, overflowing with friendship, laughter, tears, food, fellowship, sorrow, family, wine... (okay, and maybe a little tequila, too)...
There was my Diva gathering, a joyful experience.
Then Sunday morning a quick trip to Deer Park for the memorial service for another friend's husband who passed suddenly last week, a bittersweet time of memories, tears, hugs and laughter.
Afterwards, dinner on Clear Lake with another friend and her husband... sweet fellowship, delicious food and a glorious sunset.
The evening and the next day, hanging out with my parents (and a quick jaunt to see my sister)...a relaxing, heart-enriching time, just soaking up the sight of them.
But now, back home, back to "Normal", I'm drowning in laundry, unread emails, unread blogs, and unwritten words.
So I'm going to take Pooh's attitude and be happy for today, just as it is.
It's my favorite day!
Happy Monday, er, Tuesday!
(Thanks to Pete and Katie and others who reposted this on Facebook so I could see it!)
