Ever worked for two weeks straight on a house only to be told at the last minute that the final step (carpet) will have to be delayed a week as the brother-in-law who is installing it as a very nice favor to you is very very ill?
FORCED. DEEP. BREATH.
I've been working so hard, nonstop, and suddenly I'm forced to take a break. I'm trying to see this as a good thing. Hey! Time to read! And...clean the house we live in! Perhaps even a nap!
Yesterday, while returning from the Home Depot, my car was rear-ended. I am fine! Other drivers involved, also fine! Not that big of a deal! I needed a new bumper on my car, anyway. After all the information exchanging and body shop quoting, I went to the only Indian restaurant in town for some lunch. And I think my tastebuds were knocked loose in the accident, because it was bland. I've never before eaten Indian food and thought to myself: "You know, this needs something..."
My point is: I think I need the break.
Go out and have a great weekend, everyone. Or stay in. Give yourselves a break. I think we all could probably use it.
I'll be reading and drinking something rimmed with salt if you need me.