It’s Friday, and I love Fridays more than I ever have before (I have a busy husband, you know, and a son that adores said husband and I adore them both). Fridays and Mondays. Beginnings, you know.
And what else can I say? The garden is wild, so wild, but I don’t feel inclined to tame it. I would like to scrub the house, but don’t feel inclined to scrub. I even have DVDs waiting at the library I don’t feel inclined to watch.
I feel inclined to walk to the park and lie on my back on the bridge and watch the robin’s nest while Reed throws woodchips at the slide. I feel inclined to eat ice cream and little else. I feel inclined to take a long drive. I feel inclined to sit and talk with friends. I feel inclined to let my mind wander.