~ the road less traveled ~
In spite of…perhaps despite…everything that has to be done to get ready for the picnic on Saturday, I ran away from home. Sleeping, eating, resting, relaxing; having nothing to do other than what I want is a blessing and a gift. Life on the farm is put on hold, chores left undone, fleeces left unshipped — it’s time to take a short while to recharge my batteries.
The picnic is Saturday and I’ll be home in good enough time to have everything ready. Do not worry.
You concentrate on deciding and fixing your best dish. ‘K?
Blessings ~ sleep ~ sleep ~ sleep ~