What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
W. H. Davies
He left early, eager to get home. We enjoyed a sweet afternoon, evening, and early morning visit with our son who is now en route home for Christmas. I love him and his soft heart; such a treat to see him (and deal with his shenanigans).
When I woke this morning one of the first things I did—as I always do upon waking—is bring to mind what’s on the agenda for the day. This morning I found . . . nothing. No thing. Nothing. Woo hoo!
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Early morning Mom and Michael time.
A day with no must-do activities.
Leftovers in the fridge = no cooking tonight.
Christmas carols on Sirius XM making the horrible traffic in town yesterday bearable.
The woman in the foyer at Safeway playing Christmas music on a violin when I was going in, and on a guitar as I was going out.