I left Bradley Airport a little late...3 PM, and was in Chicago at O'Hare until almost 11 PM. This meant I got home around 2:30 AM this morning. Imagine how glad I was to be able to sleep in till 9:30. Phew. I stumbled around this morning and finally decided the only productive thing to do was get a pedicure.
I never feel entirely good about something as frivilous as a pedicure, but I must admit it felt good to sit and have someone massage my legs and feet for twenty minutes.
It's pouring rain here at home and the roses are opening as big as grapefruits. I picked several for the dining room. You will come to see, won't you?
Now to confess: other than vaccuuming up the twice-weekly accumulation of pug hair, I did not one productive thing all day.