2 sheets + 1 duvet + 3 blankets + 2 fuzzy socks + 2 snuggly dogs = STILL FREEZING
I swear if I had a big foam clown nose I would totally be wearing it right now.
The husband is currently reading the fascinating biography of Bonhoeffer and shared this little nugget of wisdom with me the other evening. The words struck a chord with me and have been swelling in my mind ever since.
You’re on board, Tanya. Now run with the train.
This is something I needed to read today.
I start work at seven. But lately it’s been more like 7:15ish. You might think this would not matter since I am working 10 - 12 hour days right now at an 8hr/day job, but you would be wrong. One of the owners who I report to REALLY cares that I am here promptly at 7:00 a.m., if not before. So I start every morning that I’m running late feeling like I am failing my employer - even though he is not here and has no idea I’m arriving late. (Yes, I have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility to my job.)
The big reason I’m late every day? Wardrobe choices. It probably says something about me that I choose to feel like a failure rather than look a mess. But at least I feel pretty, right?