It's Raining It's Pouring...

If ONLY I was snoring!

Though I have completely faked energy and enthusiasm thus far this week...I am exhausted! My recent crafting at home and project-taking-on at work would lead you to believe otherwise. So tricky.

Monday started out alright. For some strange reason I woke up with Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine's "Rhythm is gonna get you" in my head. I know...what on earth? Gloria is the first artist I ever danced (on stage) to...that's another story, and one that still doesn't explain how her collaborated 1987 hit found its way into my subconscious.

Things improved on the way to work- in my own car. I did love the extra A.M. time with the Hub, but I have to say having my ride back is just a real treat. Channel surfing (radio frequencies) is one of my favorite things about driving alone. I also like talking to myself.

A rhythm that really "got me" hit the airwaves just in time for my 8 East merge...

Is there anything better than Freddie Mercury? I would say NO. There isn't.

One of my favorite Wedding day memories is entering our reception to You're my Best Friend.

(Girl tangent)

I have a sneaking suspicion that this rainy week is going to wiz by, like the last 13 have- That's right, Christmas was over 3 months ago. We're allowed to wear white pants in just a matter of weeks, for crying out loud! I really think the older we get, the faster time goes by. Can you tell I'm actually starting to understand some of the stuff old people say. I'm also starting to SAY old people things (case in point- "For crying out loud" utilized 2 sentences ago. EEK). Truly though, the days of feeling like something was soooooo far away or far behind are long gone. This perspective makes for a more patient outlook I think. Knowing that time is positively flying by makes me just a little less anxious for all that comes in the future. If I could paint you a picture...I'm at my desk, stroking my own shoulder, understandingly nodding my head and repeating "in due time" over and over again.

That just took a turn.

So what can you take from this post? Any of the following:

-The 80's had better music

-It's raining in San Diego

-Maybe I need to slow down and chill out
-Perhaps the rhythm really IS going to get me

-Life is passing by at a rapid speed

-If I'm the same age as this Blonde, I too am getting old

-I'm also very tired. Is it 5:00 yet?

Happy Almost-Hump-day
(That's not really a thing)

Comments

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