I had a thought, an inspired thought, about something I could write about here.
But I have no idea what that thought was now . . . it’s been a little busy around here. (Isn’t it always busy around here?) I have a list of phone calls to make and emails to send and the fish bowl needs fresh water and the kitchen is a wreck. How am I possibly supposed to sustain a thought long enough to shape it into a blog post?
I took my husband and 14-year old to the airport this morning, then worked all day, then delivered Grace to soccer practice. I took the dog, so it wasn’t very peaceful but I did read a little bit while waiting. I’m reading A Prayer for Owen Meany. I read it 24 or 25 years ago, so it’s interesting to read it again as an older person. Also, weirdly enough, the plot has a link to the last book I read, even though I didn’t choose it for that reason. (I just finished The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd.)
I have to go to the airport again . . . leaving my house at 4 a.m. The trick will be staying awake long enough to get back home and back into bed. Wish me luck.
Hope your day is full of red, white and blue fun. Or at least something festive and patriotic. Or a potato salad.