It's Sunday morning, and expected to warm enough for some outside time later. The coffee is hot and aromatic, the grapefruit juicy and well salted. I've read the news, made a few plans; loose plans, tentative plans, the kind that can be changed with a breathe and a wink since they don't involve other people that could be put off or inconvenienced or aggravated by sudden plan changes.
So, I'm going to do a little floor work--broom and vacuum time, then some tree trimming with a wonderful battery operated reciprocal saw---so much easier than squeezing giant pruners or starting a gas chainsaw, then make a vision board.
A vision board is part wish list and part annual goals with a hefty dose of collage or for the purists--montage--unless I decide to get 3-D, then collage is actually accurate.
I could use more vision in my life and clearer goals---and can't resist a project.
I expect to spend a certain amount of the time futzing around hunting for stuff and getting properly attired for whichever part of this is coming next.
I also expect to have enough time to soak in a tub full of both bubbles AND dead sea salt AND Epsom salt AND essential oils. I like both music AND a good book for these soaks, as well as WINE.
All that brings new meaning to the "weekly bath", though I still see way too many people to limit my ablutions to weekly. That would be rude and rather gross.
If there is still time left afterward, I'll pull the cover off the toy box or cut the memory foam for the window seat and work on covering it, or reverse that and have 2 finished projects instead of just one.
But, most important of all, any of those can change with the snap of the fingers and become a whole new set of plans in a whole new direction!
Except the floor.
That is an imperative today.
The dust bunnies are looking more like dust elephants.
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