So today? I got nothing! Indeed, my planned "total collapse" has to be modified or slightly postponed. I've cut out one run and one Pilates class this week in favour of making the schedule work, but today's yoga is a must if I'm going to restore mobility to my cranky joints. That class starts in town at 9:30, so I have to be on the 9 ferry, and I have to pack, before that, for a Vancouver weekend -- We're going to Tosca at the Vancouver Opera tomorrow evening -- always exciting, the first opera of the season, and we've never seen Tosca so even more so. But I have to make sure I've packed shoes that will work with . . . well, you know how that goes.
Sunday morning my sister's throwing a big family brunch at her gorgeous heritage home in New Westminster. My granddaughters will be ooh-ed and aah-ed and generally fussed over and tickled and teased and cuddled by great-aunts and great-uncles and all kinds of cousins (mostly of the second-cousin variety, but all absolutely
You can see I might be exaggerating the "total" in my "collapse," but my Grandpa always used to say that A Change is as Good as a Rest, and I'll get another chance to see if he was right.
But now? I've really got to throw some sparkly duds into my case. Leave me a comment about your weekend, would you? I'll check it out later and we'll chat. . . . Meanwhile, here's what I wore for that "do" yesterday evening. . . keep in mind that we're a very small city and a pretty dressed-down crowd, many of us poetry-lovers are, but I thought the shimmer in my new-to-me thrifted skirt hit just the right note.