Took a couple of days off last week to spend some stolen time with The Sainted Husband and Miss Plum, both home for Spring Break for our County (he as a teacher, she as a student), and you guys, it. was. blissful. You saw the blocking-of-blocks binge I went on, and more Lizard Ridge squares were knitted among Kindle app reading, spring cleaning, and family-hanging-out-ing.
We’re getting one and a half minutes more sunshine each day, Spring is springin’, and it seems the long, deep depression that has consumed me the past…well. More than a year. Maybe two. ANYWAY it’s been a long one? And I think it’s finally lifting. Truly lifting, as opposed to just taking a break before surging back to kick my ass some more.
We prepped for the holiday with the help of the good folks at PAAS:
Thus began a weekend of all the rainbow egg consumption one family can possibly handle. The rest of our Easter weekend turned into a four day celebratory crawl from play dates to neighborly Easter-Egg-Hunts to a dear friend’s birthday party to a blissful recovery day of quiet and snuggling.
Pretty damn good, I feel. I’ll take it. How about you?