Progression is the cure for ennui. I am not nearly bored enough, but I do treasure this activity.
I realized the other day - I’m a damn lucky girl.
I’ve got a lovely man who puts up with my shit incessantly.
I am the mother to three fuzzies who never cease to amaze me.
And although school is stressing me out (I am still thoroughly disturbed by the arrival of that gray hair) I relished in the simplicity of my problem of the week: Where to find a well made, expansive, wooden desk. That’s it folks. That is really the only trial I faced.
