I’m in the moment before my company comes in the door. The house smells of salad, spic and span, and camphor (extra blankets came out of Great Grandma’ Chinese Chest). The house is so clean, I feel like washing the little extra dishes as soon as they get dirty, just to keep the counter feeling fresh (I know that won’t last.)
I may not be blogging much this week. I hope we all get good rest, I hope we have some not-too-taxing adventures, I hope we rejoice in the Resurrection.