It's raining today in CinCity. A continuous drizzle in a grey and chilly day, but I don't care. I've spent the last 6 days at the hospital, not all of it 12 hour shifts, but enough of it, and I am thrilled to be in my sweats with a hot cup of coffee, rain or shine.
Inspector Clousseau, the loan appraiser, has come and gone and our loan for the lake property is being "processed." My 8 hour Neuro lecture is finished, as was my voice that evening and the next day. The new committee I'm now heading has brand new notebooks, pens, and color coded divider tabs. Bliss in a bag.
The next four days are all mine, except for driving HoneyHaired around and volunteering Saturday afternoon at the church festival. Tonight, I'm planning on roasted chicken and red potatoes and using the leftovers for curried chicken salad. On second thought, I'd best roast two chickens. We do love the chicken salad.
The consignment store down the street is having a "bin sale." Everything's $5, $10, $20. Gotta be there.
We've lost four young ones to the H1N1 virus in the last three weeks. By young I mean 17-22 years old. Last Friday we lost a 16 year old to traumatic brain injury after a driver sped through a traffic light and went on to commit hit-and-run at the crosswalk. Randomness run amuck. I can make no more sense of this than who will next win the lottery or which leaf will change color and fall.
I very much hope your weekends are restful and tasty and bargain filled. Whatever they contain, I hope you find joy in them.