This week has been a nice break from the craziness of my job. Yesterday I peeked at my work email and naturally there are people throwing hissy fits over one thing or another. I did not respond to them although Monday promises to be fun.
Tuesday was my birthday which started with John bringing breakfast to me in bed. There were poached eggs, toast, bacon, orange juice and coffee all served on a lovely silver tray. He's good to me. I lounged in bed for a bit and watched Steel Magnolias for the 40 millionth time. No matter how old she gets Dolly Parton will always look like this to me in my head.
And sadly Daryl Hannah will always look like this.
A card arrived in the mail from my father. He included a little bit of cash as a gift which is sweet that he still does that. So I popped over to the thrift store and found a Reader's Digest boxed set of vinyl records from 1959 of classical music. There are 12 albums in the set which appear unused.
Thanks Dad.
Then at the end of the day on Tuesday I received an offer on my house which is for sale. They've accepted my counter offer. Today there will be radon tests and we wait for the inspection on Friday. My house is a 145 year old wood frame house and the thought of an inspection has me quite nervous. I'm not moving to another city. Just across town which is all of 8 blocks to a smaller place that will be much more manageable.
St. Joseph is buried in the yard so I'm counting on him to come through.