Happy Thorsday (or whatever day you see this), little friday and Thankful Thursday. The fast-paced, jam-packed schedule continues here, with no relief in sight until NEXT Sunday.
If you’re local and would like a complimentary early-bird ticket to Dogwood Deals, leave a comment or email me.
If you’re looking for fur-girl photos, click over. I’ve missed two days of walks this week, but I did manage a couple of new photos and a post on their blog.
Thankfuls are even more important when I’m running ragged. I’m thankful for a husband who will fix dinner, rolls with the punches when I deliver take-out at 9 pm, and who knows when I am fighting a migraine even before I do and urges me to go home, feed the dogs, and he’ll go to the next meeting alone.
I know I’m blessed to have a husband who also delivers the very best lunches on the very worst days at work. I’ve written about Blue Ridge Pig before, and if you ever make it to Wintergreen, stop in and get a great sandwich and some of the dill potato salad. I cannot find a similar recipe anywhere. (Olive oil, dill and …?)
There are no coincidences; I landed a great job that gives me a sense of purpose. It’s sad that our happy little quintet drops to a trio tomorrow, but ebb and flow… and I’m glad I got to know A and B, and I hope the next chapters of their lives are happy and productive.
And there’s no denying how much two furry lumps squeezed against me makes the world a better place. Gg rarely misses a chance to be a lapdog, but Sis doesn’t always grace me with her presence in such a close fashion. I am missed, I am love, and I am honored.