Wednesday

I worked hard today. True, I did not move a muscle (or so it seems in retrospect), but still, I buried myself in a project and I did not pause for anything. 

It was a day for that kind of effort. Foggy, drizzly outside -- typical spring stuff, but nothing that would pull you outside. 

And that's a shame, because I really must finish clearing the flower beds in the next few days. Suddenly, there is life! Bulb tips are popping through, standing like upright dominoes that have no intention of toppling, ever.

 

I'll rake and clip tomorrow. Maybe. Not today.

Breakfast, with tulips (store bought) and Ed.

And then I am lost to the world.

I suppose that's a poor choice of words, considering that my project was of "the world." I'm planning out a trip for someone and I am articulating and coordinating every detail, as this person could not manage distant travel without assistance. Were it my own trip, I'd imagine the basic framework, but I would have no commitments to anything in particular. Walk, eat well, visit a museum. Spend lots of time in the park and buy a dress or a shirt for the kids. That's it. But today, I'm putting in a Herculean effort to finish up an itinerary, sketched out to the first and last dinner. And all things in between. 

This takes time. Mountains of time if I want to take care and do it right. So I give it time and I do little else. Even dinner is one of leftovers. Total immersion, I tell you. 100%.