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*whimper*
I am toast. Just knackered. 17,300 steps on my pedometer today. Full work day, cook dinner, squeezed in making one soulcollage card (my card for Jane Austen; I'm pretty pleased with it) take Delia to Girl Scouts, run to Fiona's high school for parent meeting (I cut the church meeting), run to dojo for karate class, and then clean the dojo until 10:30 p.m. Then talk budgeting stuff with Rob (v. stressful) when I got home.
Somedays, I truly do everything. But I'm not a superwoman, just a very ordinary one, who is about to crawl, painfully, off to bed.
(Since there's still a 1/2 hour to go on March 25, Happy New Year to all my Gondorian friends.)
Somedays, I truly do everything. But I'm not a superwoman, just a very ordinary one, who is about to crawl, painfully, off to bed.
(Since there's still a 1/2 hour to go on March 25, Happy New Year to all my Gondorian friends.)