TGIF?

Well, it's finally Friday. And I thought I would feel relieved. Not so. It's been an EXTREMELY hard week for all three of us in the clinic. I haven't been able to relax yet and can feel the tension in my neck and shoulders eventhough it's 10:30 on Friday morning. I've already been out gathering supplies for a "Promotion Party" at Sunday School, watered my dying flowers in the back yard, washed two loads of clothes, and pondered over and over what in the world I'm going to do about a problem my mother is having with transportation. I have a long list of jobs to accomplish this weekend, so I guess that's why I can't really relax. I thought this time in my life was supposed to be easier. But the older I get, the more I find that your problems just shift and change. They don't go away.

What I'd really like to do....and I imagined this while I was laying abed this morning wishing I didn't have to get up.... is find a cabin on a lake somewhere and withdraw from the world for a while. Lay on a raft and snooze. Snack on chips and cokes while I read a good book. Or, after reading LeLe's blog, I remembered how much I want to visit Scotland, so I pictured staying in a little cottage close to a loch. The t.v. would be playing and I would be listening intently to how the words were pronouced more than what was being said. (I love a Scottish accent) Some people dream of vacationing at some exotic island resort. Not so, says I. Give me a mountain lake hideaway or a Scottish moor.