Ooof. Yesterday was the type of difficult day that feeds demons. It was followed by a night of mutual tossing and turning, each of our shifts making little earthquakes for the other. (Even better, it is time for a new mattress…recommendations?)

But once the fitful sleep is washed off and a hot cup of coffee is in hand, things begin to right themselves. For me, this type of epoch, this confluence of preparation for several major events, is the most challenging. As much as we (I) strive for perfection, one cannot do it all. Things fall by the wayside. The weeds crop up seemingly overnight. Priorities cull what was once considered of dire important. And so they must. Confronted with once well managed items – the pile of unfolded laundry/dirty dishes/neglected compost heap…my poor, lonely blog – I just repeat, soon soon soon. A dear friend recently reminded me … Continue reading