I have a day off tomorrow. Alone. For the first time in what seems like forever.
There is a lot that I would like to do. Need to do. But Joe will have the car so I will stay home.
I am on one of those over-thinking swings. I hate those. They only come when I don't have time to think.
Does that even make sense? I think it does. Or at least it does to me, anyway.
I just need time to reflect. To sort the thoughts in my head. They are a little shuffled.
Tomorrow I am starting on a new project. I'm giving a drab bookshelf a pretty extensive makeover, and it will eventually end up in the living room. It will involve some jig-saw action, too, which I'm looking forward to.
There is sure to be a "before and after" post to come, so stay tuned!
And PS- I just re-read my post and the first part sounds so depressing! Don't worry, that's not the case. :)