It's shameful, really. Unavoidable, yet shameful.
I always think the holidays are the busiest times - but I am now realizing that the period after the holidays (even through March) isn't much better. The weather in Texas is so beautiful this time of year that you cram every activity that you can possibly imagine into the weekends, all the way into exhaustion. That is what has happened to me and these weekends.
And right now is no different. Just came off of a weekend of the our company sales convention and 25th anniversary party, a delicious dinner at Yao's restaurant and a night by ourselves at the Hilton in downtown Houston (where we were relaxing, watching TV, and childless) by about 8:45PM - but we slept all night, got up at our own leisurely pace, and came home. I also made a trip to a fabulous B&B in Brenham to see some friends who were scrapbooking (JEALOUS) and admire their work. Cleaned up the house today, caught up the laundry, and prepared for another week.
Tonight, though, my blog followers, my heart is heavy because one of my very very VERY best friends, who is no less my family than those who share my DNA, has the big "C" word. She is too young and too healthy to be in this state. I don't know too much - only enough to say - when it hits this close, it hurts. A lot. And it takes up a lot of brain and prayer space.
So if you too have some extra space, whether in your brain or your heart or your prayers, please keep a very special friend named Julie in there. She's got a long road ahead of her - and if you believe what I believe - every little bit counts.
I won't wait so long between posts . . . . promise. . . . just wait until July when it is a gazillion degrees and the only thing to do is stay in the AC and write about my life . . . . .
