I get it now and then. Maybe more frequently than others, but then being a single mom and working from a home office alone can do that to a body. That, and the way I live in my head. I took time off this weekend, took the WHOLE long weekend off from everything even though I had set out to work on Monday. I should be rejuvenated, but it just felt like a teaser.
I'm contemplating taking a house-sitting opportunity on The Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia in July. It's quiet there, and I can work from there, but I can also walk along the sea and smell the breeze and climb rocks. The change of scenery would probably do me good, but I have to decide by tomorrow and I'm not sure I can get all the logistics in order that quickly. Too often I tell myself, "maybe next time". We'll see.
There were a ton of terrific pieces this last week, many of them heartbreaking, soul-wrenching, tragic, and beautiful. I chose a more light-hearted piece this time from longstanding LouCeel. It was just what I was in the mood for.
Sister Rosamunda watched out the window as the long, chauffeured limousine pulled up in front of the school.
"Who the hell is this?"
She watched as the well dressed woman in the pillbox hat and fox stole got out of the car and, nose in the air, strode across the sidewalk.
"Ooohhhh. That must be Mrs Stoverson."
Eventually, there came a knock on her door.
She remained seated as Mrs. Stoverson came in.
"How do you do. I'm Mrs. ..."
"I know who you are. Have a seat. You must be starved for air up there. Now. About your son ..."
The word this week is again from Women Who Run with the Wolves. There's a lot to process when reading this book so it's taking me a while to get through it.