I think it's time for a nap. Or six cups of coffee.
Another chaotic and incredibly stressful week has passed. Even still, good was all around. Good was practically flowing out of the kitchen sink, in fact. It fell from the sky. I found gold doubloons on the street. You know. It is March, and March is a doozy. But March is good. I am thinking of these things: a hawk's feather and a Mary Oliver article, arriving in the post from Shari (I like to think our feathers came from sister birds, or better yet, the same one.) Crepes at Le Happy with two wonderful blog friends. Inspiration from a little denim jumper that I am actually proud to wear. A cross-stitch beauty from London, arriving at my doorstep. A rare breakfast out with the boy this morning. The kindness of a co-worker who offered to work this evening, making it possible for me to attend Lisa Congdon's opening at Redux. Exhaustion be damned. Happy weekend, friends.