Wisteria time!
There is a transformation taking place just outside my door — the explosion of the wisteria is an annual event that never fails to delight me — so I’m asking it to twine itself around my heart, make me glad, and bloom any leftover blues away.
Today, though, I’m needed at work. One of the two people scheduled has a fever of 104, so I’ll be going in to take his place. I’m not pleased, or even resigned. Resigned will come later, when I get there. Grumpy will catch up with resigned, because I’d planned on spending the afternoon with Judy and family. Wait…grumpy just arrived as I typed that last sentence. I’ll get up and get on with it, then, and let the wisteria work its magic!
Happy Mother’s Day to all you wonderful women, to my own little Gig, to my sisters, and to Judy — I’m sending a hug and a kiss!
Not Plain Jane 