Weekend Pause
October 14, 2018

Hi friends. I’m taking a pause instead of getting weekend reading up tonight. No urgent reason, but I’ve had a lot of work to do today, and I’m feeling the need to wind down early. I’ve got something on my mind to write about, but doing so tonight would mean rushing, and it would give me less time to finish up my batch cooking, watch a little TV, maybe even pay a visit to my mom. These are things that my body and soul are asking for this evening.

So, I’ll be diving right into things with a scrumptious new dessert recipe tomorrow. Till then, be well.

xo

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  1. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself and making time for TV, mom, and cooking. <3

  2. Gena,

    Pausing is a good thing! I hope you enjoyed your weekend. Looking forward to whatever you are going to write about soon. In the meantime, have a lovely week!
    Thanks,
    Libby

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