THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY
Some weeks are longer than others and this one felt like it had too much to do and little time to not do. My mind has been going in a zillion directions and at the end of the day I don’t feel wiser, I just feel exhausted.
In New Orleans the pace is slower – Imagine! – if I was living in New York, I probably would have taken the poison pill by now just overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of to do rather than to be opportunities.
Here at least there is the porch, the heat, the music to keep me a little bit subdued.