Blissfully ordinary
The weekend was completely uneventful. We did some things around the house and yard. J. and I worked some more on getting my loom working. Christmas got put away, though the boxes still need to be carried upstairs. I finished two books, one that I had been working on for a couple of weeks and another piece of fluff that I started a couple of days ago. We made it to church as well as our church's monthly dinner tonight. J. and I are one episode away from finally finishing the most recent season of The Amazing Race. Y. made bread as well as a lemon pound cake. The laundry is caught up. Etc., Etc.
A perfectly ordinary weekend with very little of note to write about. How incredibly blissful! I love not having anything of note to write about. It's not terribly compelling reading but it's a lot more relaxing to actually live through.
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