I am drinking french press coffee this morning. Yesterday too. Because, I ordered a pound of french roast ground for espresso pump and I opened the bag and it was ground for french press. This happens at least once every 6 months. I don't check the bag in the store, I just assume I am going to get what I ask for. Sometimes they get confused. French Roast = French Press. I can see it. Now, I could regrind it finer which is what I usually do, but this time I am choosing to just drink it. French press coffee is what we drink when we are camping. It has a different taste. It does not stay hot. But I am changing things up.
Did I tell you I am on holidays in 5 working days.
Thursdays are my brutal day. Thursdays I find tiring and challenging and LONG. Today I was up at 5am so it will be even longer. Once I get Thursday done and in the can, I can sense the weekend and all is right with the world.
Yesterday was quite the day. A bombshell exploded at work... not literally but changes that will impact everyone are in the works. It is completely crazy. My head was spinning. Then a personal bombshell goes off - not literally - but you know small crisis on the home front... which then takes the whole work/ job bombshell and puts in on a shelf because it is just a job... and we are talking family. It is all going to be fine but I was exhausted at the end of the day. I am still feeling empty. It is a good thing I am going on vacation. Some space and time will be good.
I ate some pizza last night and I am not feeling so good. Back to gluten free for the next few days.
I was on the phone outside on the deck last night and was attacked by mosquitos. I could feel them chomping at me but I needed to finish my conversation. Sacrifices must be made.
We have a grey sky for the first time in many, many days and I am OK with it.
3 comments:
Lord have mercy. It is hard not to let these things destroy our peace; I sympathise. Hugs!
Rugby, eh? My guy is contemplating not doing football and doing fall baseball instead. I don't know,he's made the commitment, these decisions as a parent are hard for me...
My Dh loves French Press coffee, he makes it on Sunday morning while I'm at church. Hope today goes well, and that it is a smoother less bombshell day. Hugs and prayers.
and the battle rages on.
we must take refuge somewhere, sometime together. for at least an evening. I am thinking some pinot grigio and conversation and laughter would be some good salve for the soul.
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