Moonymoon1

My relationship with Sunday is a love/hate thing. I love Sundays because they are usually peaceful -- people don't demand much from me on a Sunday, but I hate them because they are right before Mondays, and I become anxiety-filled about the work week to come. I wish I could treat Sunday like I do Friday-- she is a beautiful day full of the promise of the weekend. If the day goes by and I don't get enough done, there is always Saturday and Sunday to fix it! But on Sunday, if the day goes by and I don't get enough done, then I have to wait until the next Friday to relieve my anxiety. Does anybody else feel this way? Do you have any advice for

Today is my little brother's birthday. I can't believe he is 44years old! I remember when we would put on puppet shows and play airplane when we were little. I would hold him strongly by the hands and lie on the floor with my knees on my chest curled up so that my legs were flat and parallel to the ground, and he would lie flat on top of my legs and "fly." We also won a first place ribbon with our puppet show. We had two dracula puppets and a frog. We would play a record of "Midnight Train to Georgia," and my frog was Gladys Knight, and the dracs were the Pips! We had so much fun perfecting the lip-syncing. We performed at Country Club Mall a

Today, I am sad. I have only three more days of writing center and working with my buddies, my nephew and my friend. I have enjoyed my time with them so much. The regular semester looms just ahead, and I don't feel rested yet. There is so much to do around this house; I am a bit overwhelmed. The world seems so complicated right now. But I am hoping things will begin to look up soon. Looking at the art and writing on this site helps. Keep up the good work, deviants!