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.