The damn good cups of coffee have been administered, the pills have been sorted for the week, the Vitamin water has been slurped, and the South Bend Tribune has been digested cover to cover.
But the New York Times?
Not so much.
Three weeks of missed papers...followed by three weeks of lovely conversations with my new besties in the customer service department.
But no paper.
It harkens back to my Sundays at the house...looking in vain for the Sunday Times, wandering the neighborhood wondering if a neighbor had received it instead, and then finally placing the call that inevitably ended with "Thank you for being the best part of the New York Times".
Well, I'm here to tell you, kids....if I'M the best part of the New York Times, we are in trouble with a capital T. Right here in Hoosierville City.
So now methinks I will have my bagel, don my swimming costume, slather on some 150 proof sunscreen, and get on with it. No sense in wasting a gorgeous sunny day running to the door every ten minutes hoping for a miracle.
Sunflower Bellpull is getting there!
Only a few more bands and this will be complete! I am, however, thinking of playing with something new this afternoon/evening. Something about wanting to start all of the things keeps rattling around in my brain.
So that's the Sunday report from the friendly confines of CS2, Dearies! I hope yours is perfectly perfect in every way and that you get to do whatever it is that your heart desires!