dears, what’s on your weekend docket?

last night’s tea-spoon serving of sleep has me nutty for a nap.

i’m already lining up a giant, non-stop, shut-eye marathon.

i can’t complain. last evening’s late night revelry was joshua radin induced.

hunky hubby and i had hollywood date night (courtesy of my friend mrs. burns) at the music box for our favorite singer/songwriter.

i’m not sure if it was the live music or the time with hh outside our pocket of pattern, but even with the snippet of sleep, i have recovered a stirring of spirit which had been astray.

off to the weekend i go, a sparkle in my heart restored.