remembering Thursdays of old

Remember last year that Thursday was my favourite evening.

Low Key.

Fairly relaxed.

No rushing here and there - everywhere.

Not this year.

This year Thursdays are busy.

An absolute gong show at work. A reminder to keep searching.

Then a quick trip home and honk the horn and bring the knitting and drive to ballet.

Wait for an hour.

Make a trip to the local doctor clinic as this is the only time we can get in.

Have a discussion about acne medication. More about that later.

Then home - organize what needs to be done for school tomorrow.

Survivor.

Finish homework.

Church accounting.

Bedtime.