So I have no post tonight and my brain is too addled and tired to cobble something decent or profound. I was mulling over something on my dog walk(no rain for once thank goodness) but by the time I talked to a lonely dog walker, got home where 17 year old ranted about the injustices of life i.e. hers, planned to call my brother who by lack of effort on both our parts has become distant, when I got involved in a very long and involved call from a friend in need.
Next I started my normal patrol of the sober blogs, trying to leave a comment so they know I value and respect the time taken. But here I am now just writing waffle on my own cos I have to say something cos I made a commitment ( that was said in a resentful growly voice which I can't quit capture in prose)
And so two days back into work I am struggling to maintain that work/life balance. Luckily for you readers you are saved the original post which would have been "Irish Soda Bread and Marmalade" which was potentially going to be dissertation length in it's depth and insight. Seems like the universe wants me to save that gem for another day.
Read SoberMummy on gratitude but by the time I got to writing mine it had all been lost in the maelstrom of my mind.