I am so glad it’s Friday! I went into my office today to water my plants (and talk to them and assure them I have not abandoned them) and to pick up some things I need at home. It was odd, being the only one there, my light the only one glowing in the row of dark offices.
I didn’t stay long, but not because I was creeped out by the empty office. Nope, I didn’t stay long because my office is not far from my favorite garden center, so naturally, on the way home, I had to stop there, right?
My mother has said many times that I missed my calling, and I do believe she is right. I feel so at peace and in my element when I am surrounded by plants. I picked up a new houseplant for our dining room, then filled a tray with plants for an outdoor hanging basket and the flower beds.
My area now has a curfew, as well as a stay-at-home order, but many businesses are still open on limited hours. Everyone has to stay 6 feet away from each other, and the cashiers were only accepting debit or credit cards, with the machines placed several feet away on small tables. Normally, I can spend quite a bit of time wandering around the garden center, arranging and rearranging flower beds in my head, but today I grabbed what I needed and headed home to wash my hands. Languid daydreaming will have to wait for another day.
I’m looking forward to this weekend. First, I am hoping for a good weigh-in. I have worked out every day this week, even though my work schedule has not lightened up at all. (I am semi-jealous of all the people complaining about being bored at home with nothing to do. What does that feel like? I am stuck in overdrive, even in the middle of a global pandemic!)
That’s why I am excited about this weekend. I have been asked to work, but I likely will not. I need time to myself, time to unwind, time to focus on me and my sidekick (my husband). I have plants lined up in the front yard, waiting for my attention tomorrow. On Sunday I want to relax, do my nails (which will desperately need some attention after all the yard work), maybe a face mask, tune out the world, hang out with my husband and my stepson, and just be happy.
A friend of mine posted this today on Facebook, and I laughed way too hard at it:
The first thing I thought of was how grateful my husband must be that he was never quarantined with that miserable termagant. Then my second thought was, well, the kids are trapped with her, so it’s not so funny anymore, is it? As always, I will worry about them until I see them again and know for sure that they are safe.
Sweat & Sparkle 