It has been an odd weekend, mostly because of having TBG around. He is very goal oriented, not for himself but rather for me. Despite the fact that I'm still recovering, we've planned dinner and done the shopping for the week, taken down the decorations and packed them away. I've written my Christmas cards and they are ready to be mailed. Washing is done and put away, the dishwasher is emptied the trash is taken out and he looks at me like an Irish Setter. "What should we do now, boss?"
Of course, we also put labels on 1900 envelopes and folded about 1400, so far, letters. Tomorrow we will spend the day stuffing and sealing envelopes. So, so happy it's my last year of this. I worked last night and it wasn't bad. At least the letter folding made it go quickly.
He brought the plumeria in and it's fine and settling into its winter spot. There have been naps, lots of cooking, and some TV even. It hasn't been a bad weekend and if I was feeling 100%, I'd be happy about it. Instead, I'm wiped out and there's still stuff to do... sigh.
I need a weekend from my weekend... Here's wishing everyone a great week ahead! It's a short one for me and for you, too, I hope!