the past weekend's chaos didn't ruffle my feathers in any major way. instead of a steep incline on the roller coaster of life it is better to compare it as a blip on the radar. not to toot my own horn or anything, but it takes a lot more than an eviction notice to send me through the roof in a fit of hysterics these days.i cried only once.
just because.
i did find some cures to weekend blips though;
sweaty, hot hikes with the doggies.
followed up with huge ice waters and fresh raspberry slushies.
long, lazy swings in the hammock.
a little improv dancing to chris singing, i had the time of my life.....
and you can consider yourself cured.
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