Here it is Friday already. Not only that Friday is half gone. That is the problem when your days all blend together, in some ways they slip through your fingers too quickly and before you know it they are gone and you have nothing to show.
Not that having something to show for your time is probably all it is cracked up to be. I suspect it is good to slow down; it is good for me to slow down, although I can also admit that my life at the moment is a little slower than I might have liked. But perhaps it takes time for lessons to truly sink into my thick skull.
The point is I can't say I have much to report this week. I've read one book, I'm 3/4 through with Churchill, I've done a tiny bit of knitting. I look at the mail far more closely and thoroughly than I did before; when you are on muscle relaxers and neurlogic medications there are times when looking at pretty pictures is more than enough to keep you content. Of course there is always the internet as well, but that is more dangerous, internet shopping-wise anyway,
I did however need a pair of flat back shoes. I've been putting it off for months, but now seemed like as good a time as any.
What do you think? Sorry about the not so glamorous cell-phone shot.
I'm inclining toward the pointy shoes on the left. They are both pretty, they are both comfortable. But I already have Varas, he version with the small heel, so I don't particularly need the same shoe in its flat, Varina, rendition. The pointy shoes make me feel a little more sleek, a little sharper, perhaps a little wicked. That's not such a bad thing.
