ELIZABETH CATCHES FALL FEVER
You know what I mean. Waaaay too much to do and waaaaay too little oomph to do it.
Or maybe I’m just lazy.
*ponders the idea*
Maybe it’s the shorter days.
Maybe it’s the beautiful storm rolling down off the mountains over the red rock cliffs and down the canyons. Watching the clouds is like watching the ocean—always changing, always the same, always mesmerizing.



What kind of wife/mother/grandmother/sister/aunt am I, to watch clouds when I could be wrapping presents to mail, baking cookies, polishing silver, dusting ornaments, and hanging wreaths?
*bites down on a yawn*Those clouds sure are glorious.
Maybe I’m not lazy.
Maybe I’m a cloud dreaming I’m a wife/mother/grandmother/sister/aunt.
*votes for the cloud idea*
*settles in to watch the show*

Do you have days when you declare a “time out,” if only for a few minutes? It’s a new skill for me, one I’m a bit uneasy about acquiring, yet I find that I enjoy it quite a bit!


















