Bleh! This is one of those days where I move as though I am moored in extra-thick molasses up to my waist, and everything, even changing my beloved geriatric cat Homer's water, seems to take an interminable amount of time.
And so it is, that with the sun shining outside, it is nearly 3pm and I haven't done more than stick half my body outside the front door yet.
So why am I writing this? Because I want a reminder I can see to get going early in the day, and then come back later to take care of the small stuff. The small stuff will swamp me everytime if I let it suck me in!
One of my errands is to drop off a thank-you card to a friend who gave me a basket of home-grown, heirloom variety tomatoes. When I was growing up, eating slices of beefsteak Jersey tomatoes with a sprinkle of salt was a treat as profound as the most luscious dessert. In case you haven't noticed, most supermarket and even many farm stand tomatoes have the excitement of moist cardboard to offer. The tomatoes my friend gave me were thick, red, juicy, and flavorful, each variety in its own way. So I made a very, very quick collage as a thank you (and potential bribe for future gifts of tomatoes, I must admit)! Here it is - and now I am off on my day's adventures, late, but still eager to enjoy the sun.
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