Awake from 4.30, but not the "oh I must get up and attack the day" kind of awake - more like a Jeanie with a very sore head. I groaned and grumped my way through the morning getting the chores done without joy.
Even the concept of having a "rain day" - therefore a few child-free V-filled hours - did not bring the delight that should have been felt. Good thing the surf was okay (and I had all those goodies baked).
My wonderful child came in to see me while I was
Hanging on a candelabra was a hand-made envelope, with a handmade paper windmill and this letter:
I just got one of those hugs - they come with smiles attached!
(Oh, and she is definitely my child - look at that handwriting!!)