As I pulled up to the babysitter's house (my sis-in-law's) on Friday morning, Kenneth threw up. Spectacularly. (I was very glad that Brian had asked to switch cars that day!) So I drove home. Arranged for coverage at my branch. And settled down at home to take care of a feeling happy, but throwing up every so often boy. I made bread dough three times in my machine and used it to make personal pizza crusts (10), loaves of cream cheese/fruit rolls (2- one apricot and one raspberry) (I ate most of the apricot one and will give the raspberry one to my visiting teachee), and bread sticks (one large pizza's worth). I listed a billion items in my Etsy shop. I had a beautiful day (in spite of the throw up).
Then I had a weird Saturday. Maybe it is always like that the day after you are productive, like the crest of the wave that reaches higher and higher and then simply tips over and crashes. I didn't feel like I accomplished anything...
It's Sunday now. A day of rest. And I am restless.
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