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The Last Words I Wrote in Journal #57

The Last Words I Wrote in Journal #57

Morning pages on the last page in this journal, before I move on to the "Decomposition" spiral bound book I purchased at Target a few weeks back. Which is already starting to tear. Dammit, can I ever find a journal that holds up to my constant abuse? I purchased a Moleskin sketchbook as well, a splurge, but for general writing I need something spacious and lined. 

It's Friday and next week's schedule is looking blessedly, blissfully slow. Time to get centered, grounded, to find my direction again. I've been reading so many good books that make my mind soar. I'm eager to return to my personal writing projects, though I'm sure I'll have to claw out some time. Seems to be the way of things lately. 

Last night was so lovely. We made ham and eggs, and the oldest actually ate his dinner for once. Afterward he played in the tub and I got to read the new graphic novel I bought from Barnes & Noble earlier that day. We played with Bubble Train out on the deck and ran around the yard. 

The weather was lovely yesterday, too. I snapped a few photos of mom's garden when I dropped the kids off for the day.  Every year the flower beds look more lush and diverse. 

Today the rain is falling in sheets. It's cold outside--maybe 60 degrees. The lilacs are gone and the dogwood blossoms have just started to fall, but the azaleas are still in full bloom. 

125/365

Mommy needs a rest.

Mommy needs a rest.

I got scammed on Amazon today.

I got scammed on Amazon today.