xeryfyn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Little Things There are little things that happen in the flick and purr of the day. They are the things that make your spirits rise, make you feel like today is a good day but there isn't one particular thing that makes it so good. And sometimes, like today, it just sneaks up and pats you on the ass. It felt like it wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't, be a good day. Tossing turning sleep, shrieking and wailing in the next room that results in extra company in bed at 3am, shrill phone call awakenings from co-workers who have discovered a huge error in our data collection, feeling too tired to work, to lazy to get going, too cold to get out of pjs. No, it wasnt an auspicious start. But then, magically, over different conversations with four people all at once, a surprise lunchtime visit from my hubby who came home to cook for us, a long and quiet naptime (two and a half hours!) from my girl and pleasantly productive (hee) work. and now we are shimmying and planning to go out into the sunny day that is miraculously not roastingly hot and thinking about how this day has gone from bad to better to great. Imagine that.
1:54 p.m. - 2003-08-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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